They will drive men to madness, and the mad to the boudoirs of Loose women
And should an angel come’a’calling, to offer redemption
Slip her a fifty and tell her, I will be waiting for her in my bed at ten
The devil can wait til morning, for tonight I plan to have some sinful fun
The angel will not be returning to heaven when I’m done!
Avert your eyes sweet innocents, for this is where the damned reside
Angel wings for sale, next to the box of ruined reputation and fallen pride