Sweet Angeline
Mott The Hoople
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Oh Angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a
sting
and when I close my eyes each night, I often hear
you sing
Imagination's 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
it's going I
can't see
Angeline, oh my Angeline
My Sweet Angeline - (y'know) 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
sting
and when I close my eyes each night, I often hear
you sing
Imagination's 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
it's going I
can't see
Angeline, oh my Angeline
My Sweet Angeline - (y'know) 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