| Oh-oh my angel on wheels
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| (Angel)
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| My little angel on wheels
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| I get my rolling skates
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| (Angel)
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| And then we fly — roll on all eight
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| Angel
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| Her hair and T-shirt were both black
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| And in my mind the one-way track
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| And my eyes have stuck as glued
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| When I saw the way she moved
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| It’s hard to say just how it feels
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| When you meet that angel on wheels
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| When you see the sunny smile
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| Rolling fast in the flashy style
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Oh-oh my angel on wheels
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| (Angel)
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| My little angel on wheels
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| I get my rolling skates
|
| (Angel)
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| And then we fly — roll on all eight
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| Angel
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| It didn’t start off all too well
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| I stick, I stumble and I fell
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| But in the end I saw the light
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| And we roll it to the night
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| It’s hard to say just how it feels
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| When you meet that angel on wheels
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| When you see that sunny smile
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| Rolling fast in the flashy style. |