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