Sometimes it's hard to see
What you think you believe
But you look through her eyes
And the devil gets inside
Of what you think you want
Am I right?
She has a pretty face
Horns will demostrate
That her waist
Is not a waste of time, time
Soon you will find
That those games she likes
Are mental
With people sentimental
With burning crimes, lies, lies
Can I trust you my Dark Angel?
Can you teach me at 3 a.m?
You are a bandit, who you think I am?
You can feed me with a cigarette.
Can I trust you my Dark Angel?
Can you teach me at 3 a.m?
You are a bandit, who you think I am?
You can feed me with a cigarette.
You treat me like no other
Trust is hard to earn
Your mind is full of horrors
And you still want me in
And you still want me in
Can I trust you my Dark Angel?
Can you teach me at 3 a.m?
You are a bandit, who you think I am?
You can feed me with a cigarette.
Can I trust you my Dark Angel?
Can you teach me at 3 a.m?
You are a bandit, who you think I am?
You can feed me with a cigarette.