I wanna girl with a college head

Not some dizzy mind

I want somebody with some sentiment

You wanna waste my time



I wanna house in New Orleans

You wanna hitch a ride

So come on back when you can make some tea

And read Saint Augustine



I like the way you look outside

It's not the secrets that you try to hide

I kind of like the way you talk so tough



Chorus* There's only one road to go down

You gotta take it right out of town

She's like an angel with no wings

And don't you know she flies with strings attached



Who said romance is a chosen thing

Maybe it chose you

Who said there's someone perfect waiting in the wings

Perfection isn't you



It's not the way you look outside

It's not the boyfriend that you try to hide

I kind of like that way you stand so bold



Chorus



Oh my Lord, you can kill me where I lay

And it's alright that you sing no serenade

And it's okay, baby, that you're an angel without wings

And it's alright, girl, that you're flying with strings attached

Yeah



Chorus