Angelene

Angelene, where could you be? The skin on my chest feels so warm I've been gone since the morning sun, My lonely heart yearns for more Angele, where have you been? I'm weary and stuck in my head Marble skies in the evening sun I'm lost and I carry th

My first name Angelene Prettiest mess you've ever seen Love for money is my sin Any man calls, I'll let him in Rose is my colour, and white Pretty mouth and green my eyes I see men come and go But there'll be one who will collect my soul and come to

Angelene, she's such a pretty thing All dolled up in her hip-huggin' jeans Mama's heels and her ruby red rouge Sneakin' out while her daddy's passed out Hangin' out with the wrong crowed She's got all the right moves And she's givin' away little piec