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 light 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 corners... I say
Black cars look better in the shade Black cars
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
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