I Still Need to Get My Wings

Belinda protested, i still need to get my wings, right? Ok. So every time some one comes, that must somewhere, a friend, angel get swings. I'm not getting on that thing. Spooner reved up the little fifty c c lira oaced of oute class, but we are right to geting a folebect and off they both chugged through a thick cloud bank of swirling mist....