text: Shes a broken winged angel
  Refugee from things her mama knew
  And shes done everything the Bible say not to do
  Well I dont know if she believes in jesus
  The good book, or even satan you see
  Im just trying to get her to believe in me
  Oh, cause when I see her face
  No matter where I am Im in the right place
  And the girls I left behind
  Oh, they never satisfied me, its so true
  But baby, baby, you do
  Shes the belle of eighth street
  High societys midnight vamp
  Oh, shes my queen and Im her tramp
  Yes shes a free falling flyer
  And she flows whichever way that the wind blows
  And shes 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 Im gonna die
  And my body breaks in pain
  As she falls down on me like the rain
  Its only her and my songs that keep me from going insane
  And I guess Im one of those people
  Who measures love in pain
  You see, I never had too much personal success
  And to me theres nothing sweeter
  Than a teardrop of rain
  I just love that feeling of sadness
  Oh and it worries me so ...
  Shes my west side angel
  She looks so funky in her hollywood wing
  And she knows how I stumble when I talk
  So she says: dont 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, shes just a sweet young thing
  And I know this might sound crazy
  Or just the words of a young fool
  But I swear Id be on the floor
  And she ever walked out the door
  I swear Id wish that she would shoot me first
  And I know that sounds insane but sometimes I believe its true
  And thats 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