Songtext von Angelica

Angelica was on her way to the party She doesn't need to wait for anybody (nuh-uh) Knows exactly what's she's doin' (I know what I'm doin') I watch as she commands the room The ambience was overrated at the party I want to run away before it's even started I look at my feet, then I look for the door (the door) Can't find my friends, so I just take a bit more A bit more, a bit more A bit more, a bit more A bit more, a bit more A bit more, a bit more A bit more And then It all Comes to an end We all go again, go again Good times, all the time Good times, all the time Angelica, she brought lasagna to the party I tried my luck at dancing with everybody Sometimes life gets hard to deal I like you, you've got sex appeal But I don't wanna follow you on the 'gram I don't wanna listen to your band I don't know why I haven't left yet Don't want none of this Good times, all the time Good times, all the time Good times, all the time Good times, all the time Angelica, she brought her ray-gun to the party Angelica obliterated everybody I look at my hands, then I look for the door Can't help but feel like I've been here before I don't know what I'm even doing here I was told that there would be free beer I don't wanna follow you on the 'gram I don't wanna listen to your band And then It all Comes to an end We all go again, go again Good times, all the time Good times, all the time Good times, all the time Good times, all the time Good times, all the time Good times, all the time