The Angels Decided To Shine On Me

When I Walk Outside, People Have Something To Say About It.

I've Got Feathers In My Hair, I Get Down To Beat Poetry.

A Lot Of The Time When I Write About The Person That I Love, I Feel Like I'm Writing About New York.

I'm Interested In The Gorgeous Side Of Life, But Also Familiar With The Dark Side Too.

I Pretend I'm Not Hurt, I Walk About The World Like I'm Having Fun.