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There's angels on your body, baby
You look so good
Strangers turn their heads to see
You dance through the silver wood
I would cut my heart out
And nail it on to those who doubt
The angels on your body, baby
They laugh all the time
The ground will burn
Where you walk
The wheels will turn
When you talk
You turn most men
Into mush
But willing to take
The risk and the price
For those angels on your body, baby
The bells are ringing in
Flowers bloom and statues croon
But hear them singing
I would try and stop the sea
See how much you mean to me
So angels your body, baby
They keep me alive
They keep me alive
They keep me alive