(Seth Justman) - 1981

We met in a bar

Out on Chesapeake Bay

With her white patent boots

And her blouse red lame

A table top dancer

She would smile on cue

Those lips of an angel

Angel in blue

She's been dancing for ages

Though cities of bars

She was kickin' the habit

of scoring in cars

She'd been drained of her spirit

All caged in this zoo

A wildcat angel

Angel in blue

And as she stared out into nowhere

I thought, yes, I thought she might break down and cry

When I whispered I thought I could love her

She just said