Lyrics: Sweet Angeline
Album: Mott The Hoople Live
Artist: Mott The Hoople
 

(ian hunter)

Oh angeline, i love you, your mouth is like a sting
And when i close my eyes each night, i often hear you sing
Imagination’s hidden book, you wrote it on the wing
And when i vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything

Angeline, oh my angeline
My sweet angeline – you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen

Well your body it is broken in so many different ways
And when i stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze.
Your blood flows like the finest juice – the kiss of burgundy
And where it comes from no one knows, but where it’s going i can’t see

Angeline, oh my angeline
My sweet angeline – (y’know) you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen

Angeline, oh my angeline
You little angeline – you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen

And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins – attack me from the paint
And i think that i am getting lost among the swollen states
Oh rescue me or bury me, for i care not what you do
There is just one thing that i want to say am i really you

Angeline, oh my angeline
My sweet angeline – you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen