Standing in the kitchen
Wondering where Anjela's gone
She didn't even drive here
She couldn't have got very far
What does it matter anyways?
I didn't like her anyways
I only let her crawl into my arms
I wasn't trying to lead anyone on
I was only trying to stay warm
Oh Anjela
Can't stand the cold
And it's not summer anymore
I haven't seen the last of her
There was euphemisms and arrangements
There was alleged transgressions
She said, "I'm not very good at talking about this stuff
So nevermind"
She buried her face in the pillow
What does it matter anyways?
She didn't like me anyways
I only thought because she climbed into my arms
But she wasn't trying to turn anyone on
She was only trying to stay warm
Oh Anjela
Can't stand the cold
And it's not summer anymore
I haven't seen the last of her
Oh Anjela
Can't stand the cold
And it's not summer anymore
I haven't seen the last of her
De pie en la cocina
Me pregunto a dónde se ha ido Anjela
Ni siquiera condujo hasta aquí
Ella no podría haber llegado muy lejos
¿Qué importa de todos modos?
De todos modos, no me gustaba
Solo la deje arrastrarse en mis brazos
No estaba tratando de guiar a nadie
Solo estaba tratando de mantenerme caliente
Oh, Anjela
No soporto el frío
Y ya no es verano
No he visto
Había eufemismos y arreglos
Hubo presuntas transgresiones
Ella dijo: No soy muy buena hablando de estas cosas
Así que no importa
Ella enterró su cara en la almohada
¿Qué importa de todos modos?
De todos modos, no le gustaba
Solo pensé porque se subió a mis brazos
Pero ella no estaba tratando de excitar a nadie
Ella solo estaba tratando de mantenerse caliente
Oh, Anjela
No soporto el frío
Y ya no es verano
No he visto
Oh, Anjela
No soporto el frío
Y ya no es verano
No he visto