Angel

Angel, Angel, Angel,
it's perfect to see you tonight,
the mystic powder of sex in your hair.
The moonbeams writhe
at the slip of your shoulder,
and I lay down among them.

Oh, they'll come,
but then again they are
anybody's stars
in anybody's heaven,
as I am.

Kiss, kiss, kiss me or not,
oh, you tease.
It's easy, love,
to just in-between me.
The sounds of your heat
are familiar to me,
they are perfect,
how love must be.

Oh, you'll come,
but then again, you are
anybody's whore
in anybody's bedroom,
as I am.

Keep quiet,
the cow has almost made it,
and you and I are naked,
and heaven, my darling,
forbids it.

Angel, Angel, Angel,
you never would listen.
Oh, I'm a serious christian.
Angel, you never would listen,
you are forgiven.

Oh, I'll come,
but then again,
I am half a man,
and half a lying lady.
And I'll play anybody's way,
to make love stay
as perfect as it can be.