Ian Moore
Angelyne
On her knees she's divineAnother angel you trimmed but she don't seem to mindThe life in her eyes, it let you downAnd she fell to the floor without making a soundAnd look to the bed where she layAnd raise a glass to your ardor today'Cause beauty and love you've never knownSo you laid her down at the Chateau MarmontOh, Angelyne, oh, AngelyneWell, now, you'll never know all the trouble I've seenYeah, and mercy she runs from your eyesWell, they're blue but so cold that she can't sympathizeAnd suffer the bastards who paidWith their quiet indiscretions and promises madeOh, Angelyne, oh, AngelyneWell, now, you'll never know all the trouble I've seenWell, now, you'll never know all the trouble I've seenOn your knees, your divineOh, an angel you tripped but she don't seem to mindThe life that we made let you downAnd you fell to the floor without making a soundLetras de cancionesOh, Angelyne, oh, AngelyneWell, now, you'll never know all the trouble I've seenOh, Angelyne, oh, AngelyneWell, now you'll never know all the trouble I've seenWell, now you'll never know all the trouble I've seenYou'll never know all the trouble I've seen
From Letras Mania