Tangled in the sheets of a motel bed, Samantha paints her toenails cherry
red. And she asks me if she can paint mine too, and I say "Samantha,
anything for you." And through the tinny speakers of an ancient radio the
"All Night Love Line" begins another show. And the callers call in, but the
thing that's so strange, it's all the same story, just the voices that
change on "Beau's All Night Radio Love Line," the show for hearts in
despair. If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away, Beau
want s to put you on the air." The shadows from the headlights of a
passing car turn Samantha's smile into file noir, and she says, "Don't
get me wrong, about you and me, I just can't figure out want we're supposed
to be. "Maybe I love you, I don't know. Maybe I'm afraid of where you
want to go. Maybe I'm scared I'll lose my power to amuse, and I'll wake
up alone in a bed full of blues, just listening to "'Beau's All Night Radio
Love Line', the show for hearts in despair. If you got somethin' to say
to a l ove that got away, Beau wants to put you on the air." And
Beau's really thinkin', "This job hardly pays," but he can't figure out how
to ask for a raise. Meanwhile back on the "Love Line," he says, "You're
on the air, caller number nine." Samantha laughs at the two of us
here and says, "I got some miles on me, and you're such a kid, dear. To
you I'm just a ride in an old Cadillac, but I keep on prayin' that you'll
keep comin' back." Is that Samantha cryin'? Or just somebody on "Beau's
All Night Radio Love Line." the show for hearts in despair. If you
got somethin' to say to a love that got away, Beau wants to put you on the
air. If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away, Beau wants to
put you on the
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