Miss Angie - Getcha Lyrics
Black, fuzzy, matted heartHears the wonderful seedBlue, pretty, feathered birdEats up the needBright, blazin' sun burns upThick, crowded vine chokes outThey'll getcha, they'll getcha, they'll getchaThey'll getcha, and then they'll forgetchaWined and dined and feeling oh so fineTreasures towered, don't need the divineSmart and sure in thine own eyeWith these you are dead insideDidn't they tell you? Didn't they tell you?They'll getcha, they'll getcha, they'll getchaThey'll getcha, and then they'll forgetcha