Well I am a wayward angel I don't suffer, I don't cry Late in the night you're sleepin' Come to hover by your side So close your weary weathered eyes
late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to
too late to apologize It's too late I said, it's too late to apologize It's too late I said, it's too late to apologize It's too late It's too late
has your hair Red as a tele-cross sunset Seems like an angel, I swear I can?t say I don?t get lonesome But I?m alright Cowboys kinda go with homesick Like blue
The sun is shining downtown. It always wants to cry out loud, But I'm a little too late. Ye-ah, ye-ah. The gun is testing your faith. It always wants
sixteen She'll be a wallflower at thirty four Her mother called her beautiful Her daddy said "a whore". 3) blue angel The sky was Bible black
Evening standard: late one! Evening standard: late one!... Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting
late, whoa whoa It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, yeah, too late
sweet sailin and late night emailin oh fe she feel me I thinks he feel me she feel me (Chorus) Ok I called her on the late night it was late right
dance, first chance, always been a dreamer Theres one guy, shes shy, sees him through the mirror And everybody looks at her, She thinks about it Blue dress angel
a cup(uh-huh) Feric Street and I drove south, With my hands on the wheel, And your taste in my mouth, Jesus to my left, The Holland Tunnel on my right, Angels
Now blue skies are changing into gray This cynic's lullaby reflects the last refrain Yeah, she said, her father never really cared While growing up he always disappeared Poor angel
(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Blue master Thatcher got a well laid plan to make himself a singularly self-made man new Paris shirt, Ives Saint Laurent you
God must get the blues Pick up any evening paper Turn on the 10 o'clock news Yeah, now the Devil's been so busy lately That even God must get the blues
an angel to walk with me All my blue moon nights Help me fellas It's gettin' kind-a late Runnin' out of precious time She might pass me while I waste All my blue
stars When ever we fade, where ever we are I spend my last flare up on you Until these dreams of ours come true Midnight burning blue.... My Love, Angel
it's turning blue And you say Sorry lord, the angel heaven let me think was you But I'm afraid It's too late to apologize It's too late I said it's too late
Kid Rock, i'm gonna rock the house biatch It goes, 1 for the trebble, and 2 for the bass And the blue eyed devils gonna rock this place Cause i don't