Angelyne - Ian Moore

On her knees she?

s divine

Another angel you trimmed but she don’t seem to mind

The life in her eyes, it let you down

And she fell to the floor without making a sound

And look to the bed where she lay

And raise a glass to your ardor today

'Cause beauty and love you?

ve never known

So you laid her down at the Chateau Marmont

Oh, Angelyne, oh, Angelyne

Well, now, you?

ll never know all the trouble I?

ve seen

Yeah, and mercy she runs from your eyes

Well, they?

re blue but so cold that she can’t sympathize

And suffer the bastards who paid

With their quiet indiscretions and promises made

Oh, Angelyne, oh, Angelyne

Well, now, you?

ll never know all the trouble I?

ve seen

Well, now, you?

ll never know all the trouble I?

ve seen

On your knees, your divine

Oh, an angel you tripped but she don’t seem to mind

The life that we made let you down

And you fell to the floor without making a sound

Oh, Angelyne, oh, Angelyne

Well, now, you?

ll never know all the trouble I?

ve seen

Oh, Angelyne, oh, Angelyne

Well, now you?

ll never know all the trouble I?

ve seen

Well, now you?

ll never know all the trouble I?

ve seen

You?

ll never know all the trouble I?

ve seen