I don't believe in angels with wings.. Or a choir invisible that does nothing but sing... Or golden light around a Botticelli smile 'Cause you can't call them up when you're desperate to dial.... Gabriel's playing that trumpet all day.. It must make it hard to hear people pray ..But I do believe in angels on earth Who go about their business With no thought of it's worth.... They're my kind of angel They're my kind of angel...Are you looking in the garden Are you looking in the sky ...Angels aren't marble and angels can't fly ...But once in awhile they turn up on time With tattoos and spanners And a face made for crime..They're waiting on tables They're working in labs They're delivering papers and babies in cabs ...They do what they can ...Not always what they should... My king of angel is bad and is good ...Everyone's a Devil though the Good Book may scoff But a Devil is an angel on a rostered day off...They're my kind of angel They're my kind of angel... I've examined your body and you don't have wings ...You don't have a halo and you don't always sing ..But once on a Blue Moon you turned up on time And killed the villain in my pantomime ...You're my kind of angel You're my kind of angel You're my kind of angel ... But once on a Blue Moon you turned up on time ..And killed the villain in my pantomime

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