Under the cover of night

She crawls into sight

Her skin is cold china white

She's a dark angel wearing dark glasses

Dark shadows under long false lashes



The night exposes the cracks

She wears her makeup like wax

To hide every scratch

'Cause she a dark angel riding dark horses

Sitting pretty in her dim lit covers ... I say



Black cars look better in the shade

She smears her lipstick on right before she sleeps

For all those phantom lovers in her dreams



She smokes them french cigarettes

In cocktail gloves and a strapless dress

She cuts a perfect silhouette



But she's a dark angel wearing dark glasses

A fading beauty as the night time passes ... I say



Black cars look better in the shade

Black cars look better in the shade