Angel Eyes

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I walk through the city and the girls are so pretty
I wish one day they'd knock on my door
I'd love to connect her, a crazy selector
A tasty delectable look, come on y'alls

Once I have found you, we'll go underground
We'll sweat and we'll pound it, and we'll get on all fours
But I ain't finding nothing, ain't no kind of loving
Huffing and puffing, and still I can't score

All my life I'm waiting for my
Angel eyes
I want her, I found her, I call her, she's gone
Angel eyes
My haircut, my jacket, where'd I go wrong

So I worked on my style, I sweetened my smile
I cut my hair and I got a new suit
What you think about the color, I tried on some others
But they clashed with the laces of my skinny-toed boots

I took a quick snap at the girl at the cafe
That's one trophy that I gotta win
I call her for a walker, I walk her and I talk her
I swear I'm not a stalker, oh look her back in

All my life I'm waiting for my
Angel eyes
She said I'm staring, I'm staring too long
Angel eyes
My brother says I'm coming on far too strong
Angel eyes
Thinking short-term when you gotta think long
Angel eyes
Love is symphony, not a pop song

Now I'm playing the slow game, I tell her my first name
And then I act like I couldn't care less
You know I got other things to be bothered with
It's not her I'm trying to impress

But inside my mind the beast can find
Time to hide the thing I like best
I struggle to contain her, I burst and restrain her
What goes on inside of that dress

All my life I'm waiting for my
Angel eyes
I want it, I want it, I want it so bad
Angel eyes
If it doesn't come soon, I'm gonna go mad

Angel eyes
Oh my, my God, I'd make a terrible saint
Angel eyes
I'm ready for a man with a bit of face paint
Angel eyes
I want it, I want it, I want it so bad
Angel eyes
If it doesn't come soon, I'm gonna go mad

Angel eyes
Oh my, my God, I'd make a terrible saint
Angel eyes
I'm ready for a man with a bit of face paint