Mott The Hoople - Sweet Angeline Lyrics
(ian hunter)Oh angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a stingAnd when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you singImaginations hidden book, you wrote it on the wingAnd when I vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everythingAngeline, oh my angelineMy sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseenI would cry a million smiles for my indian city queenWell your body it is broken in so many different waysAnd when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze.Your blood flows like the finest juice - the kiss of burgundyAnd where it comes from no one knows, but where its going I cant seeAngeline, oh my angelineMy sweet angeline - (yknow) you have rendered me unseenI would cry a million smiles for my indian city queenAngeline, oh my angelineYou little angeline - you have rendered me unseenI would cry a million smiles for my indian city queenAnd your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paintAnd I think that I am getting lost among the swollen statesOh rescue me or bury me, for I care not what you doThere is just one thing that I want to say am I really youAngeline, oh my angelineMy sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseenI would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen
