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Lyrics for 'Storytellers' by 'Michelle Lewis'
(michelle Lewis/teddy Kumpel)
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 "oooh-sweet Girl, The Storyteller Never Lies"
That Should Have Been Enough
I Couldn't Make This Up
Stranger Than Fiction Is My Love, My Love
Now There's An Angel In My Bed, I Can't Kick Him Out
And His Junkyard Head Is Starting To Smell
Oooh-i Guess It Must Have Been A Hell Of A Night
'cause As He Stumbled To The Door, He Just Didn't Care
That His Wings Were On The Floor-right Where They Fell
Oooh-and I'm Still Looking For A Heavenly Light
He Couldn't Say Goodbye
The Angel Made Me Cry
Stranger Than Fiction Like My Life
My Life
Ooohh-he Said, "the Storyteller Never Lies"
Hey Mack, When You Fly Back To Heaven
Can I Come For The Ride?
He Said, "no Kid, I Don't Live In Heaven
I Live Here On The Lower East Side."
So Now I'm Back With My Old Guy, But I Think Of The Angel
How He Blatantly Lied, And Re-stapled His Wings
Ooooh-now I Start Running When An Angel Sings
There Couldn't Be A Scarier Thing
Stranger Than Fiction Is My Life
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