Black Cars

Under the cover of night she crawls into sight

Her skin is cold china white

She's a dark angel wearing dark glasses

Dark shadows under long false lashesThe night exposes the cracks

She wears her makeup like wax to hide every scratch

'Cause she a dark angel riding dark horses

Sitting pretty in her dim lit covers, I sayBlack cars look better in the shade

She smears her lipstick on right before she sleeps

For all those phantom lovers in her dreamsShe smokes them French cigarettes

In cocktail gloves and a strapless dress

She cuts a perfect silhouette

But she's a dark angel wearing dark glasses

A fading beauty as the night time passes, I sayBlack cars look better in the shade

Black cars look better in the shade