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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2233849
A blackout poem of Helen Reddy's 'Angie Baby'.
Helen Reddy - Angie Baby

You live your life in the songs you hear
On the rock and roll radio
And when a young girl doesn't have any friends
That's a really nice place to go
Folks hoping you'd turn out cool
But they had to take you out of school.
You're a little touched you know, Angie baby

Lovers appear in your room each night
And they whirl you across the floor
But they always seem to fade away
When your daddy taps on your door
Angie girl, are you all right
Tell the radio good-night
All alone once more, Angie baby

Angie baby, you're a special lady
Living in a world of make-believe
Well, maybe

Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy
With evil on his mind
Cause he's been peeking in Angie's room
At night through the window blind
I see your folks have gone away
Would you dance with me today
I'll show you how to have a good time, Angie baby

}When he walks in the room, he feels confused
Like he's walked into a play
And the music's so loud it spins him around
'Til his soul has lost it's way
And as she turns the volume down
He's getting smaller with the sound
It seems to pull him off the ground
Toward the radio he's bound
Never to be found

The headlines read that a boy disappeared
And everyone thinks he died
'Cept a crazy girl with a secret lover who
Keeps her satisfied
It's so nice to be insane
No one asks you to explain
Radio by your side, Angie baby

Source:Â Musixmatch
Songwriters: Alan O'day
Angie Baby lyrics Wb Music Corp., Wb Music Corp

Angie Baby redaction
You live your life
on the radio,
when young
a nice place to go.
Folks hoping;
had to take you out of school,
you know.
Lovers appear,
whirl across the floor
to fade away.
Are you alright?
Alone once more,
living in a world of make believe,
A neighbor boy,
he's been peeking
through the window.
In the room, he feels confused,
the music's so loud.
She turns the volume down,
he's off the ground
bound never to be found;
a boy disappeared.
A crazy girl,
no one asks you.

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