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There is something about Angela

In the way that she walks,

She holds her head high,

Even though people talk,

Downtown against the glare

Of the city roadside lights

There is something about Angela,

There is a kind of flame, inside.

2pm turns to 2am,

And you are still in my bed,

2am turns to 7am,

And it's home where you lay your head

If I wasn't so in love with you

God knows where i'd be instead

If I wasn't so in love with you

I would probably just be dead.

And she cries when she tells me

About the things that make her strong,

Things that would break most people

But she just carries on.

Oh Angela

There is something about Angela,

Even though she's not my type,

There's just something about Angela

I can't get her off my mind.