There's a lady living right above me. Pretty as a picture on the wall. Once I helped her with a bag of groceries. We met a time or two out in the hall.
You told me you don't love me, when you walked out the door. I stood there feelin' lonely, then the tears began to pour. What else could I do, I'd never felt like that before.
What's, a, guy gotta do to get a girl in this town. Don't want to be alone when the sun goes down. Just a sweet little somethin' to put my arms around.
In all the pictures that I've seen. Of how angels are supposed to be. There's an aura, a kind of emanating light. Suggesting perfection that may very well be true.