The gates of Heaven must be open I think I saw an angel just walk by Hey, the gates of heaven must be open I think I saw an angel just walk by I heard a blind man screamin’, say Now there goes a sight for my sore eyes There goes a sight for my sore eyes Now there goes a sight for my sore eyes What kind of woman is this? You should be locked up, pretty girl In my bedroom with meHey, you should be locked up, pretty girl In my bedroom with me So we can do the same thing that Adam Did under that old apple treeWhat he did under that apple treeWhat he did under that apple treeWell, well, well, well, well, well Choke out Here I come again.