Standing in the kitchen
Wondering where Anjela´s gone
She didn´t even drive here
She couldn´t have gotten very far

What does it matter anyways?
I didn´t like her anyways
I only let her crawl into my arms
I wasn´t trying to lead anyone on
I was only trying to stay warm

Oh Anjela
Can´t stand the cold
And it´s not summer anymore
I haven´t seen the last of her

There was euphemisms and arrangements
There was alleged transgressions
She said, "I´m not very good at talking about this stuff

So nevermind"
She buried her face in the pillow

What does it matter anyways?
She didn´t like me anyways
I only thought because she climbed into my arms
But she wasn´t trying to turn anyone on
She was only trying to stay warm

Oh Anjela
Can´t stand the cold
And it´s not summer anymore
I haven´t seen the last of her