Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My online Twitter angel
Always pulled me from my seat
She was pretty centrist
A very agile brain
The memory of my angel
Could never cause me pain
Some weeks go by I’m lookin’ through a right-wing magazine
And there’s my Twitter angel on the pages in between
CHORUS:
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is a xenophobe
Angel is a xenophobe
(Repeat)
Some nice DMs, a text burlesque
While I was thinking about her dress
I was shy I turned away
Before she caught my eye
I was shakin’ in my shoes
Whenever she would retweet Fox News
Something had a hold on me
When angel got online
Her wit, charm, and language
So magical and such
To see her win at Words With Friends
Was really just too much
CHORUS:
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is a xenophobe
Angel is a xenophobe
(Repeat)
Na na na na na na na na na (x4)
(Now listen)
It’s okay I understand
This ain’t no never-never land
I hope that when this Cheeto’s gone
We’ll Skype again real soon / anon
They took your mind, yes they did
Took your mind, deprived it
I’ll take it to a motel room
And there I shall revive it 🙂
A part of me just gets ripped
With every Breitbart line that’s quipped
Oh no, I can’t deny it
Oh yeah, I guess I gotta buy it!
CHORUS:
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is a xenophobe
Angel is a xenophobe
(Repeat)
Na na na na na na na na na
(Alright, alright)
(One two three four)
Na na na na na na na na na (x4)
CHORUS:
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is a xenophobe
Angel is a xenophobe
(Repeat)
(Na na na na na na na na na…)