(Michelle Lewis/Teddy Kumpel)



On the corner of St. Marks', I saw an angel

Playing a guitar and begging for change

Oooh-I guess I shouldn't have believed my eyes

But when he wiggled his wings, I melted like ice cream

He began to sing (no very well)

He said "Oooh-sweet girl, the storyteller never lies"

That should have been enough

I couldn't make this up

Stranger than fiction is my love, my love



Now there's an angel in my bed, I can't kick him out

And his junkyard head is starting to smell

Oooh-I guess it must have been a hell of a night

'Cause as he stumbled to the door, he just didn't care

That his wings were on the floor-right where they fell

Oooh-and I'm still looking for a heavenly light



He couldn't say goodbye

The angel made me cry

Stranger than fiction like my life

My life



Ooohh-He said, "The storyteller never lies"

Hey Mack, when you fly back to heaven

Can I come for the ride?

He said, "No kid, I don't live in heaven

I live here on the lower east side."



So now I'm back with my old guy, but I think of the angel

How he blatantly lied, and re-stapled his wings

Ooooh-now I start running when an angel sings

There couldn't be a scarier thing

Stranger than fiction is my life