I never meet her in the city But believe me she is pretty Six-hundred-fifty miles away I meet my angel in the desert In the desert I can meet her Oh in the desert heat she makes me play
I'm not trying to be clever I'm not getting there forever Only flying with the wind and thee I'm not trying to be late Just becoming a slave Come on angel, play the game
I'm not trying to be clever I'm not getting there forever Won't fight with the window on me I'm not trying to be late Just becoming a slave Come on angel, play the game
She's never in the city But the woman she's pretty Six-hundred-fifty miles away I meet my angel in the desert In the desert I can meet her In the desert heat she makes me pray
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