Angela
(Angela)
An unfinished symphony
(Angela)

Angela
(Angela)
She is mobile poetry
(Angela)

And she's nearly 23
Making 450 an hour [bad word] shower
They call her Angela

Angela, oh, Angela, Angela

Angela
(Angela)
Boom, you blew my mind
(Angela)

Angela
(Angela)
I feel the sap rising tonight
(Angela)

dry stick at the end of a branch
And an overzealous hand
You can't glue it back, no
Snapped off by Angela

Angela, oh, Angela, oh

Angela, oh, Angela

Angela, Angela

Yeah, Angela
(Angela)
Oh, Angela
(Angela)

Angela
(Angela)
Oh, Angela
(Angela)
Oh, Angela