does she walk? can she talk?
is her life complete?
I had a teenage angel,
and she pulled me from my seat

she was pure like snowflakes,
no one could ever stain,
but that was sixty years ago,
she's not been seen again

the years went by, I was lookin through a medic magazine
and there was my angel, lookin not like she had been

my blood went cold,
her mammaries were flat and old,
my angel there was gettin old,
( my angel there was gettin old)

my blood went cold,
her mammaries were flat and old,
my angel there was gettin old,
( my angel there was gettin old)



slipped me notes, under my desk,
she's bedraggles, but I digress
old and dry, I turned away,
before I did a sigh

her eyes would give me nervous bends,
now she wears corrective lens
something bad came over me,
as I read on that day

her worn and fuzzy sweater,
her wrinkles not to touch
to see her in a negligee
would just seem way too much

my blood went cold,
her mammaries were flat and old,
my angel there was gettin old,
( my angel there was gettin old)

my blood went cold,
her mammaries were flat and old,
my angel there was gettin old,
( my angel there was gettin old)

it's ok I understand,
this aint no youthful girly land
and now than my libido's gone
I hope you keep your clothing on

part of me has just been ripped,
I saw your stretch marks, as you stripped
oh yeah, I can't deny it,
that article, I'll just pass by it,

my blood went cold,
her mammaries were flat and old,
my angel there was gettin old,
( my angel there was gettin old)

my blood went cold,
her mammaries were flat and old,
my angel there was gettin old,
( my angel there was gettin old)