By dickey betts, mike lawler and johnny cobb
(c) 1980 emi blackwood music inc., pangola publishing company and
Milene music, inc.
Ridin in a long gray limousine.
Sittin in a pair of hundred dollar jeans.
Tryin to talk sense to a rocknroll queen.
Damn, best kinda livin anybody ever seen.
Oh, angeline.
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Lookin at the bright lights, searchin for the sliver screen.
I never seen a woman who could look so good,
And be so doggone mean. yeah.
Oh, midnight struttin in new york city.
Midnight woman, she is lookin so pretty.
Her little heart beat in rhythm with the world.
She used to be her mamas little girl.
Hey, hey angeline.
Chorus
Whoa, just a game that she loves to play,
Leavin broken hearts all along the way.
Shes got friends that she aint never used.
Shes winnin now but shes bound to lose.
Oh, angeline.
Chorus
