It must have been in September
When, swiftly, we leapt from buildings
Waiting for the perfect k**
And your eyes got crimson when you got closer
And you might be the nicest thing I've ever seen
(I've ever seen, I've ever seen.)
We're the Angels and the Darlas
And in time we'll be syndicated too
But for now
There's not a door that you can close and we
We can't creep through
And you might be the nicest thing I've ever seen
(I've ever seen, I've ever seen.)