On the corner of St. Marks', I saw an angel
Playing a guitar and begging for change
Oooh-I guess I shouldn't have believed my eyes
But when he wiggled his wings, I melted like ice cream
He began to sing (no very well)
He said
Playing a guitar and begging for change
Oooh-I guess I shouldn't have believed my eyes
But when he wiggled his wings, I melted like ice cream
He began to sing (no very well)
He said