<--1:06 P.M. August 14, 2003-->
ANGEL
My mind can't seem to erase
My mental picture of your face
I want to run my fingers thru your long hair.
I want to live my life without a care.
Do I think your Mr.right
Who will dance with me in the moonlight.
Can you make me comfortable in my own skin.
If we have a race will you let me win.
Then ravage me from the inside out
Relieve me so I have no doubt.
You are not the chosen one
But damn we sure had fun.
Maybe in a different time or different place.
But still my mind can't erase
My mental picture of your face
Your my angel who fell from grace
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