Ian Moore - Angelyne

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On her knees she’s divine
Another angel you tripped
but she don’t seem to mind
The life in her eyes they let you down
And she fell to the floor
without making a sound

And look to the bed where she lay
And raise a glass to your ardor today
Cause beauty and love
you’ve never known
So you laid her down
at the Chateau Marmont

Angelyne, Angelyne
Well now you’ll never know
all the troubles I’ve seen

So mercy she runs from your eyes
They’re blue but so cold
that she can t sympathize
And suffer the bastards who paid
With their quiet indiscretions
and promises made

CHORUS

On your knees you’re divine
Oh well angel you tripped
but you don t seem to mind
The life that we made let you down
And you fell to the floor
without making a sound

Inne utwory

  • Elephant tears
  • Cinnamon
  • Closer
  • Dandelion
  • New day
  • Hey bulldog
  • How long
  • Coming around
  • Deliver me
  • Double crossed
  • Border palace
  • Lie
  • Society
  • Pennyroyal tea
  • April
  • Four winds
  • Monday afternoon
  • Johnny Cash
  • Losowe utwory

    Bang bang you

    My love is like a cannonball
    I m takin aim and you re gonna fall
    Don t hide or try to get away
    You know the rules and you re gonna play

    And we go one, two, three, four
    When midnight comes, I...

    Reno, Nevada

    It s a long,long way down to Reno, Nevada and a long,long way to your home.
    But the change in your pocket is beginning to grumble.
    And you reap just about what you,ve sown.
    You can walk down the street,pass your face in the window,
    You can stop fooling around,...

    Back street slide

    Those backstreet women, watch what you say
    You turn your back and they slide away
    They run next door, they give it all away
    Doing the slide

    The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide
    They re gonna get you, dead or alive
    Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife...

    React

    Ladies and gentlemen
    Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188

    Intro/Chorus: Onyx

    Kill it in the club, baby show some love
    My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats
    To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got...

    Behind

    Sorting through this mess I happen on your smile
    gleaming through a photograph buried for some while.
    I m taken by the way the swagger captured there
    has vanished in the haze of time.
    And by a foolish whim I m stricken with desire
    to...