Angeline Songtext

A voice of rage, a nailbomb, rammed up the fm waves.
We'd butcher our Tandy speakers, with her late night shows.
You taught me AC/DC.

You're my favourite dj, Angeline.
You're my tough-girl teenstar (is this sexual intercourse), Angeline.
You make my samedi-soir? 40 000 watts of Angeline.

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You're my favourite dj, Angeline.
You're my tough-girl teenstar (is this sexual intercourse), Angeline.
You make my samedi-soir? 40 000 watts of Angeline
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