Angela

No time to sit and wait
I'm off to work and I can't be late
Nine o'clock, she's at the phones
If she's married I don't wanna know
I don't need to settle down
Just to let her know that I'm around
Tomorrow maybe I'll find the nerve
'Till them I'm singing

Singing alone
Angela, ooo ooo
Your favorite fruit is, mhmmm
Strawberries at noon
The darker the sweeter
The nicer to eat, Angela

A catapult to shot me through
The ceiling of my dusty room
As fireworks burst and boom
In the sky, I'm up there too
I float pass the planes and stars
But I'm right beside you in your car
Drop me, wherever you are
'Cause, I don't wanna

Do it alone
Angela, ooo ooo
Your favorite fruit is, mhmmm
Strawberries at noon
The darker the sweeter
The nicer to eat, Angela
Angela, ooo ooo
Now you remind me, mhmmm
Of strawberries at noon
The darker the sweeter
We're all set to eat, Angela

Ohhh Ohhh

Sing it again
Angela, ooo ooo
Your favorite fruit is, mhmmm
Strawberries at noon
The darker the sweeter
The nicer to eat, Angela
Angela, ooo ooo
Now you remind me, mhmmm
Of strawberries at noon
The darker the sweeter
We're all set to eat, Angela



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Fischer Price, Adam Taylor Brooks
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