When we were kids I was your friend watching you grow
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You didn't get much of the love most of us know
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Oh, oh, blue angel, I can't put you down
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I should know better, I grew up in your part of town
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And I can bless my good fortune, I came through it fine
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Oh, oh, blue angel, you will always be a good old friend of mine
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How many years since you took off with your guitar
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Joining a band and singing sad songs 'round the bar
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Oh, oh, blue angel, guess I should have known
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That's not a good life for a girl far away from home
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When you were sad, poor and lonely, too proud to let on
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Oh, oh, blue angel, all your better times just never came along
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Now the gentlemen of Soho buy your kindness and your smile
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And your flesh is just a souvenir of London for a while
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But I know what keeps you going, what you spend your money on
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Some pusher man from hell has got you hooked on all that's wrong
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And a pretty dress don't cover up your eyes
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And I won't forget the emptiness I found in your disguise
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La, la, la
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La, la, la
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La, la, la
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Oh, oh, blue angel, I can't put you down
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I should know better, I grew up in your part of town
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And I can bless my good fortune
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Blue Angel
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| Gene Pitney |
