in December, I had your love and I remember, your gentle kiss and your gentle touch, but now I seem to miss you much. Last year, same time in December
reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fifty four And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio
I could have been a brain surgeon I could have been a pharmacist I gave a shot at radio revivalist With the boss man I'd have never been missed Me so
list is - Christmas on my radio Ooh on the radio Mmm I like it on my radio On my radio Mmm on my radio Mmm turn up the radio
in mid December Now the chill wind blows Sunny skies are only teasing You won't show And it's cold enough to snow - 0,5 min instrumental - On the radio
out my face Before you get bust quickly That's the hip hop, the hibby, I rip it in a minute 'Cause I'm gifted like December 25th, now let me flip I'
face, before you get bust quickly! Verse two: KRS-One Thats the hip hop, the hibby I rip it in a minute cause I'm gifted Like December 25th Now let
and it's hard remembering Places and faces they think I'm what December brings The day is just like moments turned to hours , All the graphs, sound check, radio
don't feel anything It's hard remembering places and faces They think I'm what December brings The day is just like moments turned to hours Autographs, sound check, radio
it wouldn't last But it was fun, we had a blast, so beautiful, as I recall Where did it go? Say do you remember the 1st of December When we were riding on the back seat Turn the radio
years, oh, the early days. Yes, those early days, when I hung around, Followed you around, tryin' to catch the sound, Of your warm voice come through my radio
The last thing that I remember I think it was mid December I rolled out of bed to take on another day Of bills to pay Oh, I should have noticed the signs
?t take it, No, I don?t break down and cry Until the winter?s here, I?ll do alright [Chorus:] When I see the falling snow And the carols on the radio
agenda And render contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time (what? what?) And put your soul in a blender You living a lie like thinking Jesus was born in December
dreams it never got this good. And you've made this a Christmas to remember Springtime feelings in the middle of December Change the radio and I'll
bruised and beaten Wake up from the floor that I've been sleeping Next to the radio that you broke Yeah, the hits just keep on coming Summer skies, alibi, December
in the music he wrote Those were the days I remember, we used to be close Then I was nine, coldest winter I remember Was slippin' in December, two feet
, down an old dirt road You've got your hand out the window, listenin' to the radio That's where I wanna be On an old park bench in the middle of December
