Lyrics of Angeline

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-soiree. 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-soiree. 40 000 watts of angeline