Teresa Baleri - Angels

Now, God loves my sweet style
He says he ain't sober
And nor is He drunk
Sing slow, see me fly
From your little secret spy spot
Throne in the sky
I do my prayers right
Gimme a truce now
Be my messiah
And sin, softly...
Angels chorus sound
Every inch of your brown skin, tastes like Holy Wine
7 sacred nights
Bet you stay down to Earth now, I won't let you die
Cupid's arch hit right
Killshot's bringing me glory
God's on my side
Prophet's blood's sublime
Hope this ain't your Last Supper
Now that we're drunk
And sin, softly...
Angels chorus sound
Every inch of your brown skin, tastes like Holy Wine
7 sacred nights
Bet you stay down to Earth now, I won't let you die
My messiah
You're my messiah
And sin, softly...
Angels chorus sound
Every inch of your brown skin, tastes like Holy Wine

Written by:
Teresa Jordà Baleri

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