I ASKED THE ANGELS
I asked the angels
In Heaven above
If you were an angel, too
'Yes, of course!' they said
You taught them to love
You showed them what angels do.
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But they say you went
And fell like a lug
For some schlub who's beneath you
So they sit around
And twiddle their thumbs
As if they have nothing to do.
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They stare into space
They comb feathered wings
Over little things they stew
They don't eat or sleep
They can't cry enough
They know not what they should do.
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Might all the angels
In Heaven above
Have fallen in love with you?
That could explain why
Since you've descended
They can find so little to do.
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How can I tell them
That I am the schlub
Who's making them all so blue
That I'm in Heaven
Like angels above
Because of the things that you do?
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Or could it be their turn
To send down their love
Their final lesson from you
If all the angels
Would find them a schlub
They'd sure to find plenty to do.
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