She walks with class and she walks with style,
She’s only sixteen years old,
Turns the head of every boy in school,
Their hearts have been bought and sold.
Ooh, they’re bought and sold, yeah.
Popularity is hers for a price; sometimes the price is hard to pay,
Doing the things it takes to please the crowd, knowing all the right things to say,
Come on.
Angela - such a pretty girl, lost to the world, yeah,
Angela, you’re naïve, young,
Tell me, where does your heart belong?
Angela, Angela.
The social games have really gone too far,
Whoa, mama just can’t understand,
High-fashion girl has got a standard to meet, and ego has the upper hand.
In her heart, she’s walked the way many times,
Maybe she just don’t understand,
It’s a matter of the heart, not the show, and freedom is her heart’s demand.
Angela - such a pretty girl, lost to the world, yeah,
Angela, you’re naïve, young,
Tell me, where does your heart belong, girl?
Angela, Angela, Angela.
When you want to make a change, feel it in your life,
You know your heart will have to rearrange.
Oh, rearrange.
My, my, my, yeah.
Angela - such a pretty girl, lost to the world, yeah,
Angela, you’re naïve, young,
Tell me where your heart belongs,
Angela - such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl, yeah,
Angela, you’re naïve, young,
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me,
Angela, Angela.
Where’re you going girl?
You know she got to fit in,
You know she got to fit in,