Angie Baby Helen Reddy (#1 in 1974)

You live your life in the songs you hear on the rock and roll radio.
And when a young girl doesn’t have any friends that’s a really nice place to go.
Folks hoping you’d turn out cool but they had to take you outta school.
You’re a little touched you know, Angie Baby.
Lovers appear in your room each night and they whirl you across the floor.
But they always seem to fade away when your daddy taps on your door.
Angie girl, are you all right?
Tell the radio good-night.
All alone once more, Angie Baby.
Angie Baby, you’re a special lady.
Living in a world of make-believe.
Well, maybe.
Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy with evil on his mind.
‘Cause he’s been peeking in Angie’s room at night through the window blind.
I see your folks have gone away.
Would you dance with me today?
I’ll show you how to have a good time, Angie Baby.
When he walks in the room, he feels confused like he’s walked into a play.
And the music’s so loud it spins him around ‘til his soul has lost it’s way.
And as she turns the volume down he’s getting smaller with the sound.
It seems to pull him off the ground.
Toward the radio he’s bound never to be found.
The headlines read that a boy disappeared and everyone thinks he died.
‘Cept a crazy girl with a secret lover who keeps her satisfied.
It’s so nice to be insane.
No one asks you to explain.
Radio by your side, Angie Baby.
Angie Baby, you’re a special lady, living in a world of make-believe.
Well, maybe. Well, maybe.