Jonatha Brooke
Jonatha Brooke
Jonatha Brooke
Jonatha Brooke
Jonatha Brooke
Jonatha Brooke
Jonatha Brooke
Jonatha Brooke
Jonatha Brooke
Jonatha Brooke
Jonatha Brooke
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
She passed go again and again
Never collected her two hundred
Or landеd on the purple with the Jonеs'
She wanted to be a different person
She sat down, finally, and he walked away
He walked away
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause she listened to the angel
She said to flatter
She said to coo
She said it won't matter
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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, don't, don't let anything happen
We're back to the wheel, back to fire
Onto the high wire
[Pre-Chorus]
But she listened to the angel
She said to flatter
She said to coo
She said it won't matter
[Chorus]
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
The Angel in the House was written by Duke Levine & Jonatha Brooke.
The Angel in the House was produced by Jonatha Brooke & Mark Hornsby & Phil Naish.