Angeline

Ridin' in a long gray limousine
Sittin' in a pair of hundred dollar jeans
Tryin' to talk sense to a rock'n'roll queen
Damn, best kinda livin' anybody ever seen
Oh, Angeline.

Lookin' at the bright lights, searchin' for the sliver screen
I never seen a woman who could look so good,
And be so doggone mean. Yeah
Oh, midnight struttin' in New York City.
Midnight woman, she is lookin' so pretty
Her little heart beat in rhythm with the world
She used to be her mama's little girl.
Hey, hey Angeline

Whoa, just a game that she loves to play,
Leavin' broken hearts all along the way.
She's got friends that she ain't never used.
She's winnin' now but she's bound to lose.
Oh, Angeline.