He Calls Me Angel - Crystal Bowersox

I smoke when I drink

I wanna drink when I think about

All of the pain in this world

I cuss like a sailor

I fuckin' feel like a failure

I play the guitar pretty good for a girl

Ooh, well I must confess, I’m a bit of a mess

Just like most of us walking the earth

But then he calls me angel

It makes me feel like I am able

To lay all my cards on the table

The sweetest thing that I’ve ever heard

That one little word

He calls me angel

I’m jealous and jaded, and I’m opinionated

I’m damned if I don’t or if I do

Oh, and sometimes I’m lazy, sometimes I’m crazy

Oh, I make plans then I don’t follow through

When I’m over the line, which is most of the time

He holds tight and I start letting go

Then he calls me angel

He makes me feel like I am able

To lay all my cards on the table

Oh, the sweetest thing that I’ve ever heard

That one little word

When I’m ugly cryin' again at the bar

Oh swing low, sweet whiskey, swing low

When I can’t bear the weight of my own heavy heart

Then he comes for to carry me home

Then he calls me angel

He says, «You're pretty, you’re strong, and you’re able

So lay it all on me baby

Cause you will always be my angel»

He makes me feel like I am able

To lay all my cards on the table

Oh, the sweetest thing that I’ve ever heard

That one little word

He calls me angel