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coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
With the smile
believe my ears
Every song ever sung in the last fifty years
He made me Conway Twitty's greatest hits
And threw in the Flock Of Seagulls for the flock
Sounds bad
Who sings that song?
Back to back
They play it all day long
Bring back the days of Conway Twitty
When singers were good
And songs were
faced by them other birds
She ain't never been much for words
Don't fuck around and get get your feelings hurt
My baby is so

[Chorus]
Ghetto
they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name

She don't know no lover,
None that I ever seen
Yes, to her
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she sure talk
all know her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She don't know no lover,
None that I ever seen.
Yeah, to her that
to angels.
Says they all know her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She don't know no lover,
None that I ever
to angels.
Says they all know her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She don't know no lover,
None that I ever
to angels.
Says they all know her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She don't know no lover,
None that I ever
Got a sweet black angel, 
Got a pin up girl, 
Got a sweet black angel, 
Up upon my wall. 
Well, she ain't no singer 
And she ain't no star,
to angels.
Says they all know her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She don't know no lover,
None that I ever
to angels.
Says they all know her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She don't know no lover,
None that I ever
Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My homeroom homeroom angel always pulled me from my seat
She was pure like snowflakes, no
You're Conway Twitty style 
 Silly pile for real 
 You ain't a willy child 
 I cap your dome, everytime I rap alone 
 Plus the way I chaperons, make
What would daddy think about his english rose
She took me in the garden by the hose
She's no angel
Well would he let you out all night
If he'd seen
Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My homeroom homeroom angel
Always pulled me from my seat

She was pure like snowflakes
No one
'cause there was found no room in the inn
Everytime the little baby cried
She rocked him in a weary land
Ain't that rockin' for the world
Ain't that
her
She blew a kiss, I threw the dagger

Ain't no mistakin', my body's shakin'
My soul's been taken
By a Devil with a New Disguise
The girl's so
further than me

Yeah she got the heart of her mama
The soul of an angel
Hard work to her it ain't no stranger
She's a beautiful reminder
after
And nobody else can have her 'cause she's

My girl, a walkin' talkin' angel baby
My girl, not a minute goes by when she ain't looking pretty
My
Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My homeroom angel always pulled me from my seat
She was pure like snowflakes, no one could ever
Talkin' bout the bad girl

There was this girl in my neighborhood
I never thought but I knew that she would
School by day, but when it comes
a colouring book

Gal a tek picture a mi body
Mi can't tell di gal sa no
Mi hand dem fava work weh done by Michelangelo
Mi neck full up a stars
A deh so
the bigger they are the harder they fall

Ain't got no time for love I ain't got no time for love ain't got no time for love 
He fall down -shock-she fall