Ridin' in a long gray limousine.
Sittin' in a pair of hundred dollar jeans.
Tryin' to talk sense to a rock and roll queen.
Damn, best kinda livin' anybody ever seen.
Oh, Angeline.
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 mama's little girl.
Oh, Angeline, hey, hey Angeline,
Lookin' at the bright lights, searchin' for the silver screen.
Angeline
I never seen a woman who could look so good,
And be so doggone mean, yeah.
Angeline
Lookin' at the bright lights, searchin' for the silver screen.
Angeline
I never seen a woman who could look so good,
And be so doggone mean, yeah.
Yeah, just a game that she loves to play,
Leavin' broken hearts all along the way.
She's got friends that she ain't never used.
She's winnin' now but she's bound to lose.
Oh, Angeline
Angeline
Lookin' at the bright lights, searchin' for the silver screen.
Angeline
I never seen a woman who could look so good,
And be so doggone mean, yeah.
Angeline, yeah
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