She's a broken winged angelRefugee from things her mama knewAnd she's done everything the Bible say not to doWell I don't know if she believes in JesusThe good book, or even Satan you seeI'm just trying to get her to believe in meOh, 'cause when I see her faceNo matter where I am I'm in the right placeAnd the girls I left behindOh, they never satisfied me, it's so trueBut baby, baby, you doShe's the belle of Eighth StreetHigh society's midnight vampOh, she's my queen and I'm her trampYes she's a free falling flyerAnd she flows whichever way that the wind blowsAnd she's the only woman I never knewWho could teach me more about me, bind me in chainsAnd still let me be freeMy heart swells up insideStarts beating like I'm gonna dieAnd my body breaks in painAs she falls down on me like the rainIt's only her and my songs that keep me from going insaneAnd I guess I'm one of those peopleWho measures love in painYou see, I never had too much personal successAnd to me there's nothing sweeterThan a teardrop of rainI just love that feeling of sadnessOh and it worries me so ...She's my West Side angelShe looks so funky in her Hollywood wingAnd she knows how I stumble when I talkSo she says: "Don't talk, babe, just sing"And I have seen her body in candle glowIn the deep heart of the nightWhen you finally let loose of everythingOh, and she loves me like such a good womanAnd still, oh, she's just a sweet young thingAnd I know this might sound crazyor just the words of a young foolBut I swear I'd be on the floorAnd she ever walked out the doorI swear I'd wish that she would shoot me firstAnd I know that sounds insane but sometimes I believe it's trueAnd that's what scares me worst'Cause I dance for herTake any chance for herAnd I play for herLord God knows I play for herAnd I need for herAnd I bleed for her
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She's a broken winged angel
Refugee from things her mama knew
And she's done everything the Bible say not to do
Well I don't know if she believes in Jesus
The good book, or even Satan you see
I'm just trying to get her to believe in me
Oh, 'cause when I see her face
No matter where I am I'm in the right place
And the girls I left behind
Oh, they never satisfied me, it's so true
But baby, baby, you do
She's the belle of Eighth Street
High society's midnight vamp
Oh, she's my queen and I'm her tramp
Yes she's a free falling flyer
And she flows whichever way that the wind blows
And she's the only woman I never knew
Who could teach me more about me, bind me in chains
And still let me be free
My heart swells up inside
Starts beating like I'm gonna die
And my body breaks in pain
As she falls down on me like the rain
It's only her and my songs that keep me from going insane
And I guess I'm one of those people
Who measures love in pain
You see, I never had too much personal success
And to me there's nothing sweeter
Than a teardrop of rain
I just love that feeling of sadness
Oh and it worries me so ...
She's my West Side angel
She looks so funky in her Hollywood wing
And she knows how I stumble when I talk
So she says: "Don't talk, babe, just sing"
And I have seen her body in candle glow
In the deep heart of the night
When you finally let loose of everything
Oh, and she loves me like such a good woman
And still, oh, she's just a sweet young thing
And I know this might sound crazy
or just the words of a young fool
But I swear I'd be on the floor
And she ever walked out the door
I swear I'd wish that she would shoot me first
And I know that sounds insane but sometimes I believe it's true
And that's what scares me worst
'Cause I dance for her
Take any chance for her
And I play for her
Lord God knows I play for her
And I need for her
And I bleed for her
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