On the corner of St. Marks'', I saw an angel
Playing a guitar and begging for change
Oooh-I guess I shouldn''t have believed my eyes
But when he wiggled his wings, I melted like ice cream
He began to sing (no very well)
He said "Oooh-sweet girl, the storyteller never lies"
That should have been enough
I couldn''t make this up
Stranger than fiction is my love, my love

Now there''s an angel in my bed, I can''t kick him out
And his junkyard head is starting to smell
Oooh-I guess it must have been a hell of a night
''Cause as he stumbled to the door, he just didn''t care
That his wings were on the floor-right where they fell
Oooh-and I''m still looking for a heavenly light

He couldn''t say goodbye
The angel made me cry
Stranger than fiction like my life
My life

Ooohh-He said, "The storyteller never lies"
Hey Mack, when you fly back to heaven
Can I come for the ride?
He said, "No kid, I don''t live in heaven
I live here on the lower east side."

So now I''m back with my old guy, but I think of the angel
How he blatantly lied, and re-stapled his wings
Ooooh-now I start running when an angel sings
There couldn''t be a scarier thing
Stranger than fiction is my life