You'll see her there at the bar across the room,
She looks like an angel with her paint and perfume,
You'd like to meet her but your conscience says "no",
Obey your conscience turn around boy and go.
She's no angel, no angel, her wings are not real,
She'll ruin your life if your heart she can steal,
She'll tell you tales to bring tears to your eyes,
But don't you believe them for they're only lies.
You think if only she could be your own,
You'd be more contented than a king on his throne,
You'd better not trust her, it's wrong if you do,
She's broken many hearts and she'll break yours too.
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