Jonatha Brooke - The Angel in the House Lyrics

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The Angel in the House

The Angel in the House Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Angel in the House By Jonatha Brooke?
My mother moved the furniture when
she no longer moved the man We thought nothing of it at the time She painted walls, painted smiles, Checked herself in the mirror one more time, Then yoked her heart to a whim But the history of desire is such that just one word - just one touch could send it reeling She passed go again and again never collected her two hundred Or landed on the purple with the Jones' She wanted to be a different person She sat down, finally, and he walked away He walked away She listened to the angel - she said to flatter She said to coo - she said it won't matter I thought I was by myself, but I cannot kill the angel in the house Even in my wildest heart, I cannot kill the angel in the house the angel in the house the angel in the house You hang on to the pieces of the game that don't talk back Don't sneak around Movable objects, but, where were we? Don't let anything happen We're back to the wheel, back to fire, onto the high wire 'Cause she listened to the angel - she said to flatter She said to coo - she said it won't matter I thought I was by myself, but I cannot kill the angel in the house Even in my wildest heart, I cannot kill the angel in the house the angel in the house the angel in the house the angel in the house the angel in the house the angel in the house the angel in the house |
Who Wrote The Angel in the House By Jonatha Brooke?
Duke Levine, Jonatha Brooke
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What's The Duration Of The The Angel in the House By Jonatha Brooke?The duration of The Angel in the House is 5:02 minutes and seconds. |
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