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Angels
(Jonathan Walker Huge Phone Bill Mix)
He’ll sit and hope
Will we possibly interrupt his wait
Because he knows
That the next dulcet tones
That he hears should be hers
Cos he has been told
That she will ring at midnight precisely
But there’s a knocking at the door
That sends shivers through the floor
Now he’s caught up in a war
‘Tween girls and boys, lots of noise
And through it all we offer him damnation
And lots of loud confrontation
Who cares who’s right or wrong?
And when we choose to fall
Wherever our bodies fit
He thinks "what a bunch of gits"
But then comes the phone call, from his Maria
And he forgets about us
When we’re feeling weak
After a hard night’s clubbing and getting drunk
We look to him
And we know he’ll always have a ready grin
And as we stagger there
With what passes for flair
We know he doesn’t mind
Though tomorrow he’s got hard grind
And through it all we offer him damnation
And lots of loud confrontation
Who cares who’s right or wrong?
And when we choose to fall
Wherever our bodies fit
He thinks "what a bunch of gits"
But then comes the phone call, from his Maria
And he forgets about us
©DJ Majick Productions 1.00
Thanks to Jaybob for the many nights spent under his roof
Special thanks to Robbie Williams