I was staring at a screen down on seventeenth
She walked in, short skirt, laser beam legs underneath
She was a champagne hurricane with her foot pinned to the throttle
A top shelf shot knocking off the water bottle
Heaven sent this angel down from the sky
Put a lighting bolt right between my eyes
Now I'm alive
(let me wake you up, let me wake you up)
I'm alive
(let me wake you up, let me wake you up)
Heaven sent this angel straight down from the sky
(let me wake you up, let me wake you up)
There was a tall chair there that she graced with her derrière
Her lips swung like a watch, hypnotized as I stared
She said "it's all in the way that you play your cards"
If you shoot for the moon you might end up landing in the stars
Heaven sent this angel down from the sky
Put a lighting bolt right between my eyes
Now I'm alive
(let me wake you up, let me wake you up)
I'm alive
(let me wake you up, let me wake you up)
Heaven sent this angel straight down from the sky
(let me wake you up, let me wake you up)
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