I don't have an angel's voice
Or an angel's smile
I'm everything else but pure
And my robes sure as hell ain't white
My eyes are not sprinkled blue,
I don't have any wings,
I don't have an angelic face,
And don't look well,
Even in the dim.
But I do know that through my tough face,
Hides a little, tiny, smile.
But when I drop the act and truly grin,
I remember that nobody to see it is around