Anjela

Standing in the kitchen Wondering where Anjela's gone She didn't even drive here She couldn't have gotten very far But what does it matter anyways I didn't like her anyways I only let her crawl into my arms I wasn't trying to lead anyone on I was only trying to stay warm Oh, Anjela Can't stand the cold And it's not summer anymore I haven't seen the last of her There was euphemisms and arrangements There was alleged transgressions She said, I'm not very good at talking about this stuff So never mind She buried her face in the pillow What does it matter anyways She didn't like me anyways I only thought because she climbed into my arms But she wasn't trying to turn anyone on She was only trying to stay warm Oh, Anjela Can't stand the cold And it's not summer anymore I haven't seen the last of her Oh, Anjela Can't stand the cold And it's not summer anymore I haven't seen the last of her