From the recording THIS CUP
Lyrics
YOU AIN’T NO ANGEL
I see you stare from across the room.
Not sure what that means, but I assume
You’d like me to ask to take you home.
Hey, mine are brass – I just had them chromed.
You ain’t no angel,
And neither am I.
So, let’s raise some hell,
Raise it up to the sky.
You ain’t no angel,
And neither am I.
Your chariot awaits, my hot wheels;
I can make more than these old tires squeal.
I’m a stick shift, girl, put me in gear;
Let’s you and me slide on out of here.
You ain’t no angel,
And neither am I.
So, let’s raise some hell,
Raise it up to the sky.
You ain’t no angel,
And neither am I.
Fools race in where angels fear to tread;
I didn’t have time to make the bed.
I do my best work undercover.
I’ll be your between-the-sheets lover.
You ain’t no angel,
And neither am I.
So, let’s raise some hell,
Raise it up to the sky.
You ain’t no angel,
And neither am I.
Copyright © 2006 Lex Zaleta