Written by:
Robin Gibb
Maurice Gibb
(1986)
 
Lead vocals:
Carola
 
Album:
Carola:
Runaway
(1986)


Sunday morning, it’s a quarter to five,
you keep on talking like your love is a prize.
Bird in flight, spreading her wings,
sitting 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 fate’s on the fire.
Stay awake,
love is a lie.

In the street, 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.
Celebrate
a body to behold.
Generate
a state of wild emotion.
Don’t waste your money,
my love is not for sale.
 
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.
 
Radiate,…

Radiate

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