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There's a man from outer spaceAsking me if I will raceA million light years of the next starBut my arms don't flap hard, they don't flap, heyI'm not an angelI don't have wingsIf I could flap themWhoa, hey, yowOhhhHe replied, "Just take my hand."As I said, "It's better if I standWith my two feet on solid ground."He doesn't smile, oh, he just stands there and frownsI'm not an angelI don't have wingsIf I could flap themWhoa, hey, yowAnd I'm not an angelAnd I don't have wingsIf I could flap themWhoa, hey, yow From Letras Mania