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
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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
A 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
Chorus
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
Chorus