There’s a lady that lives down the street where I live
When I pass her she smiles
But her stare is discreet
Always says her “hellos” but she can never stay
As her eyes looking lonely away
As her eyes looking lonely away
And I’d like to walk over and knock on her door
Maybe ask her for coffee or lunch, something more
I’ll pretend not to notice that bruise on her face
As her eyes look a lonely place
As her eyes look a lonely place
Angela, Angela
Are you ok?
I’m calling, please pick up the phone
Angela, Angela, why do you stay?
His violent heart’s not a home
But if I ever walked to the front of your door
Would I hear him
Scream at you
Push you to the floor
With his eyes all ablaze
As he hits and he shoves
Cause he’s doing this all
Out of love
Yes. he’s doing this all
Out of love
Angela, Angela are you ok?
I’m calling, please pick up the phone
Angela, Angela why do you stay?
His violent heart’s not a home
Hey Angela
Loud screams in the night
That I don’t understand
Hey Angela
So much more to this life
Than a weak and terrible man
Angela, Angela are you ok?
I’m calling, please pick up the phone
Angela, Angela why do you stay?
His violent heart’s not a home
There’s a lady that lives down the street where I live
But I pray she’s moved on, for some things you can’t forgive
In front of the house, there’s a sign saying “For Sale”
And left outside the door there’s your mail
And left outside the door there’s your mail.
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