Evidence, item number one Was the quietude she didn't choose Speechless in the face of my suspicion Where did all the words go? To where the wind blows
Angel, she's an angel Though, she might be, I should have put it Angel, no doubt an angel Though she might be just slightly promiscuous
Evidence, item number two She looked away, in no good way She broke free from the chains of freedom And got hurt in a planned accident
Angel, she's an angel Though, she might be, or did I put it? Angel, no doubt an angel Though she might be just slightly promiscuous
