Well my heart didn't skip a beat When I saw you standing there Lookin' like some kinda angel Like you were walking on air And the earth didn't move When
an angel face, I got a brand new dog I got 40 Megs of RAM and a CD ROM I got a hired car and a record deal I got an old guitar and a pedal steel I got
And then he came over to my house Where he tried out my guitar He was young and black and beautiful Big eyed, perfect skinned And he played my guitar
Late at night, somewhat tight Guardian angels put to flight Freddie's doused the neon light That promised while it shone Time to go, time to blow They
baby [ steel - guitar ] You're pretty and you're sweet you got 'em lined up down the street The whole world is at your feet and you like it You're an angel
streets) Lyrics by: Carly Simon Children carry through the streets A brightly painted star Angels gather 'round the hearth Strumming on guitars Men
him coughing all night long A million floors above me in the Tower of Song I was born like this, I had no choice I was born like this, with a golden voice Twenty-seven angels
she? How could you let her go? You just don't know How could we lose Angel? Maybe you'll see why When you stop escaping your pain At least now if you try Angel
sword, that guides the hand. Chorus: Across the sea they came, Carrying swords and song. Their shields of armor rang, Not knowing what's right or wrong. Guitar
intro(beenie man) Mafia house presents angel globalize. haha verse1-Angel dis a D'Angel longside beenieman weh tell di gal dem out a road se fi defend
There's angels hiding under Tressles above the ground They hover there forever So they can't be found Trains are speeding over Over the frozen lakes
just feels at home here He don't really mean to haunt this place Every time it rains in Nashville They say the angels cry 'Cause the phantom of the Opry
your river's run dry I got a burning desire to kiss an angel good bye Climbing out of your smokescreen the weather looks clear Leave an angel below
Written by Kevin Bacon "It was fun writing a song for piano, but writing it on a guitar. Since I can't play piano, it was a thrill to hear Irwin bang
that line, it's too pedantic But it's Paris, I've come so far I've made it all the way from the bed To my guitar You can call me doom and gloom
guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was ooh... dark and rich like wild berries. The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red! The guitar
through diamond eyes (BRIDGE) Every night of my life I watch angels fall from the sky Every time that the sun still sets I pray they don't take mine [*Guitar
Tonight I?m gonna make you a star I?m gonna play you like my new guitar I?ll put some polish on your strings I?ll make you sing like an angel sings Lay