Angelyne Lyrics - Ian Moore

On her knees she's divine 

Another angel you trimmed but she don't seem to mind 

The life in her eyes, it let you down 

And she fell to the floor without making a sound 

And look to the bed where she lay 

And raise a glass to your ardor today 

'Cause beauty and love you've never known 

So you laid her down at the Chateau Marmont 

Oh, Angelyne, oh, Angelyne 

Well, now, you'll never know all the trouble I've seen 

Yeah, and mercy she runs from your eyes 

Well, they're blue but so cold that she can't sympathize 

And suffer the bastards who paid 

With their quiet indiscretions and promises made 

Oh, Angelyne, oh, Angelyne 

Well, now, you'll never know all the trouble I've seen 

Well, now, you'll never know all the trouble I've seen 

On your knees, your divine 

Oh, an angel you tripped but she don't seem to mind 

The life that we made let you down 

And you fell to the floor without making a sound 

Oh, Angelyne, oh, Angelyne 

Well, now, you'll never know all the trouble I've seen 

Oh, Angelyne, oh, Angelyne 

Well, now you'll never know all the trouble I've seen 

Well, now you'll never know all the trouble I've seen 

You'll never know all the trouble I've seen