If I was an old school 50 pound boombox
Would you hold me on your should wherever you walked?
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops
And crank it higher everytime they told you to stop?
And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me
When you have to purchase mad D batteries
I appreciate every mixtape your friends make
You never know, we come and go like on the interstate.
Because good music can be so hard to find
I'd take your hand and hold it closer to mine
Thought love was dead
But now you're changing my mind.
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