Lyric Radiate

Sunday morning it s a quarter to five
You keep on talkin like your love is a prize
Bird in flight, spreading her wings
Sittin pretty in a city of sin

I don t mind, adventure with a stranger
Trouble deep at the scene of the crime
Testify, that I m not superstitious
It s tough enough, to find out why you

Radiate, you bait your love with money
Celebrate, a body to behold
Generate, a state of wild emotion
Don t waste your money
My love is not for sale

Funny faces in the shadows of night
Pain and pleasure is your only disguise
Radiate, your face s on the fire
Stay awake, love is a lie

In the street, where life is your creation
Trouble deep if you wake up on your own
I m a slave to sweet investigation
It s tough enough, to find out why you

Radiate, you bait your love with money...