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I want a guardian angel like Dee Dee Ramone
to sing to me sweet
 when I'm sad and alone,
and sit with me on the sidewalks of heaven,
bummin' change for a slurpee from 7 -11.

I want a guardian angel like Bowie, too,
who shrieks and screams
 and has hair pink and blue.
He'll lend me his clothes
and his heart's always true,
and we'll dance and prance and play 'til I'm new.

I want an angel who'll fixx me
with love and self esteem,
get me high on life
in a rock n' roll dream,
and kiss me with the courage 
to do what I love,
and strength
so the bottle
I can let go of.

I want a guardian angel who holds me tight,
helps me feel safe in my darkest night,
and whispers in my ear
"Everything's alright"

I want a guardian angel like Joan Jett, too,
who'll show me love ain't a dream,
that it's truer than true.
And she'll heal me with a song
as I listen to her play,
and it'll take all the sadness and pain far away,
and someday I'll do the same for others
'cause my hearts been healed
by my sweet angel lovers.

I want a guardian angel like Dee Dee Ramone.