Mean Angel
Well, she went to a costume party
Wearing white and wings
How was I to know
I was off, doing my own thing
She called me at two, said hey do you have a plan
I said no
She had her horns in the other hand
She's a mean, mean angel
Like a dash of Tabasco
Heating up oysters on the half-shell
She's got fresh-scrubbed cheeks
But her thoughts ain't so pristine
She's a starts-out-nice, thinks-about-it-twice
Honest, but a little obscene, mean angel
Well, I tried to explain, we really didn't have a date
But once she's called, facts don't hold no weight
Her halo's on crooked and her girlfriend's lipstick's smeared
I said slow
I'm over you she sneered
She's a mean, mean angel
She's got a firm bottom line
Tucked right behind her soft sell
Her head's on heaven
But her tail's somewhere in between
She's a starts-out-nice, thinks-about-it-twice
Rye-whiskey-drinking queen, mean angel
Now, I'm back in line, waiting for another chance
Hoping for a smile, ready for the wicked glance
Either way, I know there's going to be hell to pay
Miss innocent wouldn't have it any other way
She's a mean, mean angel
Like an ice-cold beer
Breaking a major league dry spell
No surprise, she showed her colors on Halloween
She's a starts-out-nice, sugar and spice
Turns men to mice, read it in a magazine, mean angel
Wearing white and wings
How was I to know
I was off, doing my own thing
She called me at two, said hey do you have a plan
I said no
She had her horns in the other hand
She's a mean, mean angel
Like a dash of Tabasco
Heating up oysters on the half-shell
She's got fresh-scrubbed cheeks
But her thoughts ain't so pristine
She's a starts-out-nice, thinks-about-it-twice
Honest, but a little obscene, mean angel
Well, I tried to explain, we really didn't have a date
But once she's called, facts don't hold no weight
Her halo's on crooked and her girlfriend's lipstick's smeared
I said slow
I'm over you she sneered
She's a mean, mean angel
She's got a firm bottom line
Tucked right behind her soft sell
Her head's on heaven
But her tail's somewhere in between
She's a starts-out-nice, thinks-about-it-twice
Rye-whiskey-drinking queen, mean angel
Now, I'm back in line, waiting for another chance
Hoping for a smile, ready for the wicked glance
Either way, I know there's going to be hell to pay
Miss innocent wouldn't have it any other way
She's a mean, mean angel
Like an ice-cold beer
Breaking a major league dry spell
No surprise, she showed her colors on Halloween
She's a starts-out-nice, sugar and spice
Turns men to mice, read it in a magazine, mean angel
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Writer(s): Thomas Sanford
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