She's a broken winged angel Refugee from things her mama knew And she's done everything the Bible say not to do Well I don't know if she believes in Jesus The good book, or even Satan you see I'm just trying to get her to believe in me Oh, 'cause when I see her face No matter where I am I'm in the right place And the girls I left behind Oh, they never satisfied me, it's so true But baby, baby, you do She's the belle of Eighth Street High society's midnight vamp Oh, she's my queen and I'm her tramp Yes she's a free falling flyer And she flows whichever way that the wind blows And she's the only woman I never knew Who could teach me more about me, bind me in chains And still let me be free My heart swells up inside Starts beating like I'm gonna die And my body breaks in pain As she falls down on me like the rain It's only her and my songs that keep me from going insane And I guess I'm one of those people Who measures love in pain You see, I never had too much personal success And to me there's nothing sweeter Than a teardrop of rain I just love that feeling of sadness Oh and it worries me so ... She's my West Side angel She looks so funky in her Hollywood wing And she knows how I stumble when I talk So she says: "Don't talk, babe, just sing" And I have seen her body in candle glow In the deep heart of the night When you finally let loose of everything Oh, and she loves me like such a good woman And still, oh, she's just a sweet young thing And I know this might sound crazy or just the words of a young fool But I swear I'd be on the floor And she ever walked out the door I swear I'd wish that she would shoot me first And I know that sounds insane but sometimes I believe it's true And that's what scares me worst 'Cause I dance for her Take any chance for her And I play for her Lord God knows I play for her And I need for her And I bleed for her