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(michelle lewis/teddy kumpel)
On the corner of st. marks’, I saw an angel
Playing a guitar and begging for change
Oooh-i guess I shouldn’t have believed my eyes
But when he wiggled his wings, I melted like ice cream
He began to sing (no very well)
He said oooh-sweet girl, the storyteller never lies
That should have been enough
I couldn’t make this up
Stranger than fiction is my love, my love
Now there’s an angel in my bed, I can’t kick him out
And his junkyard head is starting to smell
Oooh-i guess it must have been a hell of a night
’cause as he stumbled to the door, he just didn’t care
That his wings were on the floor-right where they fell
Oooh-and I’m still looking for a heavenly light
He couldn’t say goodbye
The angel made me cry
Stranger than fiction like my life
My life
Ooohh-he said, the storyteller never lies
Hey mack, when you fly back to heaven
Can I come for the ride?
He said, no kid, I don’t live in heaven
I live here on the lower east side.
So now I’m back with my old guy, but I think of the angel
How he blatantly lied, and re-stapled his wings
Ooooh-now I start running when an angel sings
There couldn’t be a scarier thing
Stranger than fiction is my life |
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