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WWJ, 950 AM (a regional broadcast frequency), is an all-news radio station located in Detroit, Michigan, United States. The station is also licensed by the U.S. Federal Communications Commission (FCC) for hybrid (HD) broadcasting. August 20, 2015 marks the beginning of its 96th year of broadcasting.
Owned by the CBS Radio subsidiary of CBS Corporation, WWJ's studios are in the Panasonic Building in Southfield, and its transmitter is located near Newport. WWJ is the only commercial all-news radio station in Michigan. Co-owned television station WWJ-TV (channel 62) is the only CBS owned-and-operated station without any local news presence (the television station carried news programming from 1997 to 2002 through present-day sister station WKBD-TV and a morning news program that ran from 2009 to 2012).
WWJ, which debuted as the "Detroit News Radiophone" on August 20, 1920, was the outgrowth of interest in radio technology by the publishers of The Detroit News, combined with inventor Lee DeForest's longtime promotion of radio broadcasting.
Love is just a game
Oooh ooh ooh ooh yeah yeah yeah (telling you)
Baby...
You cant keep doing this shit...
Oh oh, love is just a game...
Oh, listen babe...
Quit playing around, like it's a game,
You tell me to go, you tell me to stay,
Living with you is emotional,
Roller coaster ride, like you're just gone and hide,
Crossing the T's, and dotting the I's,
Trying to make it work but you won't let me,
It's like you're fighting with your self,
But baby I can tell, that you really don't wanna leave,
Love is a game for you, I see, but it means a lot more to me,
To ride it out when the going gets rough,
Then she closed the first real love,
Can't keep playing around with me,
If you really don't want me to leave,
Cos if love is a game, then I don't wanna play,
Cos there's someone out there for me,
Love is just a game...
Heard you were on the phone just the other day,
Talking to your girls, telling you that I'm leaving,
If you didn't mean it then why did you say it,
Cos love it ain't a game to me,
I'm packing my bags here I go again,
Wanna kick me out, ok, well I'm leaving,
And with those shorties came, so baby tell me
What's it gonna be,
I'm tired of all the fussing, and the fighting
We can't keep, just going on this way
So tired babe and angry,
You hurting me over and over again,
You making me wanna leave,
U don't understand just what you're doing to me