I need someone to tell me where to begin
She's got black hair
She's got white skin

I'm uninvited and I can not get in
I'm so out of touch
She's kind of thin

And I can be real and talk her out
When she's alone, and without a doubt
We can talk about life and sort it out
 [bad word] 

Angels where do they belong
Cos I'm reading her a lot like scripture 
I don't know where she calls home
But I'm willing to paint her my picture

Oh my

Angels where do they belong
Where does she belong

II.

I need someone to tell me how to begin
How can I win
She's under my skin

way for me to get my feet of the ground
My desire to fly
Is bringing me down

And I can be real and talk her out
When she's alone and without a doubt
We can talk about things that freak her out
 [bad word] 
And I can be real and talk her out
When she's alone, and without a doubt
We can talk about life and sort it out
 [bad word]