and suddenly, she's got wings.
she sighs
"aren't they the most annoying things?"

they say she's an angel
"jump to conclusions, why don't you?"
they call her an angel
you call her your best friend

though it hurts your eyes just to look at her face
you still don't believe a word of it
no.
and "no really, we're not lovers,"
"we're just spending lots of time."

so maybe she's an angel
her language is golden
embrace her, and wonder:
is this an angel I'm holding?
she smiles like an angel
you think you can take it
she flies like an angel
it's not that easy to fake it.