I own neither these awesome characters nor the song that this story is written to the tune of. R&R please.
I've got an angel, she doesn't wear any wings
Sunlight streams in through the window of my bedroom, bathing us in the warm glow of a Seattle morning. Your face is so peaceful as you slumber. The light illuminates your soft blond curls forming a halo around your cute little head, and I can't help but think that I have an angel sleeping next to me.
She wears a heart that could melt my own. She wears a smile that could make me want to sing.
You get so invested in your patients, and each loss hits you even harder than the last. I watch you with the kids and the way you make them feel safe, my heart melts each time. You'll start laughing with them as they say something so innocent only a child can say. You look up from their bedside to see me standing there, and you smile. Your smile lights up your face and your dimples are full on. I can barely suppress the urge to go prancing down the halls of this hospital singing that you are mine and I am yours.
She gives me presents with her presence alone. She gives me everything I could wish for. She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home.
Whenever you're near I feel grateful that you're here and I feel rewarded every time. I want for nothing when you're around and in the most cliché way, you complete me. From the moment you kissed me at Joe's, I knew you were the one that was gonna pull me out of that dark and twisty place. I was like the new Meredith for a while and you saved me, for that I am eternally grateful. And now I am completely whipped and as I head back to the apartment I wander where the hell all my badassness went. I open the door and drop my keys on the counter, you kiss me gently and smile. I don't need to be hardcore any more, you've made me soft.
She can make angels, I've seen it with my own eyes. You've gotta be careful when you've got good love 'cause then angels will just keep on multiplying.
Your perky attitude is so infectious that basically everyone at the hospital can't help but turn into little perky blondes on Heelys, that is except for Yang of course.
But you're so busy changing the world. Just one smile and you could change all of mine. We share the same soul. Oh oh oh ohhh
I picture you flying around the hospital, changing everyone's life in some way throughout the day. There are some times when I've had the crappiest day, I work so hard and end up losing a patient that I wonder why I even do this anymore. You turn my day around by just smiling, like you turned my life around in that bathroom that fateful night. And every time we make love I feel something there, it's the closest we can get to becoming one in those moments of ecstasy. We share the same hospital, the same apartment, the same love, the same life, the same soul, our soul.
We share the same soul. Oh oh oh ohh. We share the same soul. Oh oh oh ohh. Oh oh oh ohhh. Mmm mmm mmm mmm