The sun has risen and it has smiled

Why cant you just once just be a child ?

I'm not expecting anything wild

You're like a man who just sold his soul

Sat in the shadows, sad and cold

Your shoulders young, but somehow your head's too old

Who'd ever chose, to be in your shoes

Oh my blue angel

You had three wishes and still you cried

Are you never satisfied ?

The child inside you has long since died

And here i offer a straw to clutch

You haven't noticed it as such

The shoes you're wearing they must pinch too much

Who'd ever choose, to be in your shoes

Oh my blue angel, angel, angel, angel