And there's my whole angel on the pages in between.

My blood runs bold.

My memory has just been sold.

My angel in the centerfold.

Angel in the centerfold.

my love runs cold, my memory has just been sold.

More angels and example, slipping notes under the desk when I was singing.

about her dreams.

I was shy, turned away before she won't find.

I was shaking in my shoes, whenever she flashed those babies.

Something, I'll hold on me when ain't Angel pressed first time.

From softwares and sweaters, to magical touch.

To seal in that negligence, really just too much.

My welcome home, fold.

Yeah, my memory has just been sold.

My angel is the centerfold.

Angel is the centerfold.

My son runs cold.

My memory has just been sold.