Mott The Hoople - sweet angeline текст песни

(ian hunter)

Oh angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting

And when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing

Imaginations hidden book, you wrote it on the wing

And when I vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything

Angeline, oh my angeline

My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen

I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen

Well your body it is broken in so many different ways

And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze.

Your blood flows like the finest juice - the kiss of burgundy

And where it comes from no one knows, but where its going I cant see

Angeline, oh my angeline

My sweet angeline - (yknow) you have rendered me unseen

I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen

Angeline, oh my angeline

You little angeline - you have rendered me unseen

I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen

And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint

And I think that I am getting lost among the swollen states

Oh rescue me or bury me, for I care not what you do

There is just one thing that I want to say am I really you

Angeline, oh my angeline

My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen

I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen