WWLE (1170 AM) is a radio station broadcasting a News Talk Information format. Licensed to Cornwall, New York, USA, the station serves the Newburgh-Middletown area. The station is currently owned by 1170 Broadcast Radio, Inc. and features programming from CNN Radio.
WWLE has existed in two incarnations. The original WWLE came to air on November 22, 1969, as the dream of the late ABC radio newscaster William L. Edmonds; the call letters are his initials. Edmonds' widow Adeline served as WWLE's president, while their son Bill ran the news department. The station aired a big band/standards format with country programs on the weekends, broadcasting from the village of Cornwall-on-Hudson. After several years, the station faced financial troubles and was eventually bought out by investors including Angelo Marinelli, the mayor of Yonkers, New York. By 1981, the station had changed its call letters to WCRR and eventually went dark for several years.
The old WWLE returned as WNBW on February 19, 1990, changing later in the year to WARW, then finally bringing back the old WWLE call letters in 1996. By the late 1990s, the station had moved out of the village of Cornwall to a facility on New York State Route 299 near New Paltz, New York.
[intro:]
uh-huh, uh-huh
uh-huh, uh-huh
[verse 1:]
lookin' familiar, i don't know,
have i seen you somewhere before,
kill the small talk let's hit the floor, (are you ready)
to do something you aint done before,
i'll work it 'til you can't take no more,
i think i'm the girl you came here for, (if you can't get it)
[hook:]
i like it
what your doin'
how your movin'
so keep it comin' boy put it on me
[chorus:]
i think i wanna leave wit you do you wanna leave wit me
tell me what you wanna do boy
oh-oh-oh
i think i wanna leave wit you do you wanna leave wit me tell me what you wanna do boy
(if you can't get it)
[verse 2:]
you're lookin' at me like you want more, so after the party let's explode, turn off the lights
and lock the door, (when we're ready) but we aint leavin' here 'til i'm full, freakin' eachother
'til we sore, think i'm the girl you came here for (if you can't get it)
[hook]
[chorus]