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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abbey Cone
Abbey Cone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abbey Cone
Abbey Cone
Songwriter
Nathan Spicer
Nathan Spicer
Songwriter
Nate Cyphert
Nate Cyphert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Abbey Cone
Abbey Cone
Producer
Nathan Spicer
Nathan Spicer
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby, words don't do you justice
You're something I can't explain
You got an energy that moves me
Takes me to a higher place
And when I see you in a photo
I can hear you through the frame
[Verse 2]
Yeah, you're music to my ears, the kind that turns me on
I'd never turn you off again, if you were a song
[Verse 3]
I'd throw a tip in a can to get the band to play it
I'd drive from here to Sedona, from Sedona to LA
Calling every local station, just hoping and praying it comes on
Oh, I'd keep your melody on the tip of my tongue
Roll down the windows and sing at the top of my lungs
I'd be getting lost in it, I'd keep you spinning all night long
Oh, if you were a song
[Verse 4]
You'd sound like heaven on the airwaves
Love on the radio
From the first time that you hear it
It burns right into your soul
Oh, how sweet the sound
How sweet the sound
Of a heart like that
A heart like that
[Verse 5]
Yeah, music to my ears, the kind that turns me on
I'd never turn you off again, if you were a song
[Verse 6]
I'd throw a tip in a can to get the band to play it
I'd drive from here to Sedona, from Sedona to LA
Calling every local station, just hoping and praying it comes on
Oh, I'd keep your melody on the tip of my tongue
Roll down the windows and sing at the top of my lungs
I'd be getting lost in it, I'd keep you spinning all night long
Oh, if you were a song (Oh, whoa)
If you were a song
If you were a song (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 7]
I'd never get over it, I'd never forget the way you made me feel
[Verse 8]
I'd throw a tip in a can to get the band to play it
I'd drive from here to Sedona, from Sedona to LA
Calling every local station, just hoping and praying it comes on
Oh, I'd keep your melody on the tip of my tongue
Roll down the windows and sing at the top of my lungs
I'd be getting lost in it, I'd keep you spinning all night long
[Verse 9]
Oh, if you were a song (Oh, whoa)
If you were a song
If you were a song
If you were a song (Oh, whoa)
If you were a song
If you were a song
If you were a song
Whoa, oh, whoa
Written by: Abbey Cone, Nate Cyphert, Nathan Spicer
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