Angel For My Baby

W. Spagnardi © 2006

Smokey room, sour mash The smell of her perfume’s got me in a trance Red ruby lips, tight blue jeans She must have walked right into this bar, straight from my dreams They say that I’ll never get to heaven It could never happen for a rebel like me Tonight I’m proven them wrong Cause I’ve got an angel for my baby Saw dusty floor, coffee oak rails Red bow ties up a long black pony tail Inviting brown eyes, warm embrace My heart stands still as I stare at her purty face Chorus Texas swing, boots on wood Our bodies move together the way bodies should Dancin’ slow, her arms around me The night is all wrapped up, but so are we Chorus

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