angelic touch

<sub>i called you up
angelic touch
michelle, ma belle love

youre my hotline but not bling
its one no ones seeing or feeling but us
sweeter than breezes in spring

my angelica
you grow everywhere i go
where i go
my angelica
you know everything i know
i hope so

recycling
elements
with christ between em

you mighta seen him
he moves swiftly
greet him when you meet him in the afterlife
he likes it given kindly, nicely and lightly

my angelica
you grow everywhere i go
where i go
my angelica
you know everything i know
i hope so</sub>