My mother moved the furniture when  she no longer moved the man  We thought nothing of it at the time  She painted walls, painted smiles,  Checked herself in the mirror one more time,  Then yoked her heart to a whim  But the history of desire is such that just one word -  just one touch could send it reeling  She passed go again and again  never collected her two hundred  Or landed on the purple with the Jones'  She wanted to be a different person  She sat down, finally, and he walked away  He walked away  She listened to the angel - she said to flatter  She said to coo - she said it won't matter  I thought I was by myself, but I cannot kill  the angel in the house  Even in my wildest heart, I cannot kill  the angel in the house  the angel in the house  the angel in the house  You hang on to the pieces of the game that don't talk back  Don't sneak around  Movable objects, but, where were we?  Don't let anything happen  We're back to the wheel, back to fire, onto the high wire  'Cause she listened to the angel - she said to flatter  She said to coo - she said it won't matter  I thought I was by myself, but I cannot kill  the angel in the house  Even in my wildest heart,  I cannot kill the angel in the house  the angel in the house  the angel in the house  the angel in the house  the angel in the house  the angel in the house  the angel in the house