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Be My Dark Angel

Un, deux, trois, quatreYou 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 streetIt'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, yeahBe my, be my, be my dark angel

Be my, be my, Capri sun

Be my, be my, viscious and evil oneThe question, the answer

The disco, the dancer

The places you'll never go

The faces you'll never knowIt 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, yeahBe my, be my, be my dark angel

Be my, be my, blue sunshine

Be my, be my, American concubineI 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 meThe record is skipping

The dance is disturbing

The Jacksons are reuniting

They're going on tour

And I can't take it anymoreBe my, be my, be my dark angel

Be my, be my, blue sunshine

Be my, be my, Mrs. Dick Valentine

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