Angel On Wheels - Secret Service

Oh-oh my angel on wheels

(Angel)

My little angel on wheels

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I get my rolling skates

(Angel)

And then we fly — roll on all eight

Angel

Her hair and T-shirt were both black

And in my mind the one-way track

And my eyes have stuck as glued

When I saw the way she moved

It’s hard to say just how it feels

When you meet that angel on wheels

When you see the sunny smile

Rolling fast in the flashy style

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Oh-oh my angel on wheels

(Angel)

My little angel on wheels

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I get my rolling skates

(Angel)

And then we fly — roll on all eight

Angel

It didn’t start off all too well

I stick, I stumble and I fell

But in the end I saw the light

And we roll it to the night

It’s hard to say just how it feels

When you meet that angel on wheels

When you see that sunny smile

Rolling fast in the flashy style.