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Angela
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.
