Comes a messenger horn in hand
Crying, "Make way for love"
I said, "Angel how did you find me here in this tough girl that I made up?"
She's a tough girl, baby
He does not mince words with me
These are explosives that we are packing
We are cut from a similar piece and it's hard to handle with care when you're cracking
Kinda hard to handle, baby
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Oh my heart it longs for him
Come here angel, stay by me
Find the faith to call me kin
I will hold your soul in high esteem
If you let me, baby
So we move in close and we hold on tight, defining the terms of love
But the nerves get struck and we're faced with the fight
To see what this union is made of
What are we made of, baby
I am complicated, he is so protected
And we both know the odds
But the things that confound mortal minds
Are not impossible to God
That's a capital G, baby