just sit and cry By the telephone You never call my name On the telephone You never call my name On the telephone I just sit and cry By the telephone
You never call my name On the telephone You never call my name On the telephone I just sit and cry by the telephone I try and call your phone, But you
: You never call my name On the telephone You never call my name On the telephone I just sit and cry by the telephone I try and call your phone, But
Singing loola lullabies Frank loved an angel With black Spanish eyes And a smile to remind him of heaven Frank's been missing since Delores telephoned
what ever happened to the teenage dream? surprise, surprise the boys are home my gaurdian angel run down my telephone the heats on, mister can't you
me to stop I'll lose myself inside you till you get all I got Talk to me baby, tell me how you wanna be done? I want you to imagine you're making angels, angels
A long ass freaking time ago In a town called Kickapoo There lived a humble family Religious through and through But yay, there was a black sheep And
chicks and dream of a paradise without wings or sorrow, Christ's tears fall over Jerusalem. The curtains are groggy with damp, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black
in and out, of a sleep behind the wheel, black eyes like to scream, you do if you can feel the glass breaks, glass shattering find your angel, lose
Take back that photograph it breaks my heart And I will wait by the telephone While the silence pressures my eardrum I found a black and white with a
..::Jack Black (Narrator)::.. A long ass fuckin' time ago, In a town called Kickapoo, There lived a humble family Religious through and through. But
[Intro:] So mi ah say Yuh know it's kartelly, (timely) I'm a high grade angel, (yuh know) So mi ah say yuh kno when I smoke d weed I'm high next to heaven
..::Jack Black (Narrator)::.. A long ass fuckin' time ago, In a town called Kickapoo, There lived a humble family Religious through and through. But yay
different key: Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance. There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-passion Play. And who comes here to wish me well? A sweetly-scented angel
tell me stop I'll lose myself inside u till u get all I got Talk 2 me baby, tell me how u wanna be done I want u to imagine u're making angels Angels
