Oh, I used to be disgusted
And now, I try to be amused
But since their wings have got rusted
You know, the angels want to wear my red shoes
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain
That’s when I knew that I could not refuse
And I won’t get any older, now the angels want to wear my red shoes
“You know who I am,” he said
The speaker was an angel
He coughed and shook his crumpled wings
Closed his eyes and moved his lips
“It’s time we should be going”
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Give it up to me
Give it up to me
Do you want to be my angel
So help me
Be my angel
Be my angel
Be my angel
I need a sign (A sign) to let me know you’re here (You’re here)
'Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear (Being clear)
I want a reason for the way things have to be (Have to be)
I need a hand to help build up
Some kind of hope inside of me
And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels
And I said, “Fly on, my sweet angel
Fly on through the sky
Fly on, my sweet angel
Forever I will be by your side”
You are my special angel
Right from paradise
I know that you′re an angel
Heaven is in your eyes
A smile from your lips brings the summer sunshine
The tears from your eyes bring the rain
I feel your touch, your warm embrace
And I’m in heaven again
You are my special angel
Through eternity
I′ll have my special angel
Here to watch over me
My Special Angel. Bobby Helms
And she looked at me with her big green eyes
And she said can I help you find something
I said what you got on special
She looked at me across the room
Emerging from a silk cocoon
Along beneath venetian chandeliers
Against the moon her body rocks
Her eyes were cunning like a fox
The wings of passion fly on all frontiers
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
I’ll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
But I’ve got to creep down the alleyway
Fly down the highway
Before they come to catch me I’ll be gone
Somewhere they can’t find me
Sneakin’ Sally through the alley
Trying to keep her out of sight
Sneakin’ Sally through the alley
When up pops the wife
Mustang Sally, guess you better slow your Mustang down
Oh, what I said now
Mustang Sally, now baby, oh no
Guess you better slow your Mustang down, huh oh yeah
You been running all over the town now
Oh, I guess I’ll have to put your flat feet on the ground, huh
What I said now
You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys
And don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display 'cause
I wanna be Bobby’s girl
I wanna be Bobby’s girl
That’s the most important thing to me
And if I was Bobby’s girl
If I was Bobby’s girl
What a faithful, thankful girl I’d be
Freedom is just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no-no
And feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
I’m free
-I’m free,
And freedom tastes of reality,
I’m free
-I’m free,
An’ I’m waiting for you to follow me.
I wanna be free,
Like the warm September wind, babe,
Say you’ll always be my friend, babe.
We can make it to the end, babe,
Again, babe, I gotta say:
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I just wanna be free (Oh yeah)
I just wanna be free (Yeah yeah)
Wanna be free from all the hurt
Wanna be free from all the pain
I wanna just end these lonely hours
End these lonely days, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m free to do what I want any old time
I said I’m free to do what I want any old time
I say love me, hold me
Love me, hold me
'Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time
And I’m free to be who I choose any old time