Be My Dark Angel Lyrics - Seã±or Smoke - Electric Six

Un, deux, trois, quatre 

You were walking down the street 

You were just across the street 

So I had to cross the street 

To get to your side of the street 

It's torture, it's torture 

I need you so bad, girl, it's torturing me 

You scortcher, you scortcher 

Fry an egg on your face, girl 

You're scorching me, yeah 

Be my, be my, be my dark angel 

Be my, be my, Capri sun 

Be my, be my, viscious and evil one 

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The question, the answer 

The disco, the dancer 

The places you'll never go 

The faces you'll never know 

It hurts me, it hurts me 

Believe me it hurts me, it's hurting me 

The questions, the queries 

The rhetoric, the theories, it hurts me, yeah 

Be my, be my, be my dark angel 

Be my, be my, blue sunshine 

Be my, be my, American concubine 

I am havin' a whirl of Canadian go-go girls 

Japanese karate girls, Black girls, White girls 

China girls, Australi-asian, European, Pan 

American girls, when bad girls start wrestling 

Everyone wants to be the next referee, including me 

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The record is skipping 

The dance is disturbing 

The Jacksons are reuniting 

They're going on tour 

And I can't take it anymore 

Be my, be my, be my dark angel 

Be my, be my, blue sunshine 

Be my, be my, Mrs. Dick Valentine