Mott the Hoople Follow

Oh angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting
And when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing
Imagination’s hidden book, you wrote it on the wing
And when I vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything

Angeline, oh my angeline
My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen

Well your body it is broken in so many different ways
And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze.
Your blood flows like the finest juice - the kiss of burgundy
And where it comes from no one knows, but where it’s going I can’t see

Angeline, oh my angeline
My sweet angeline - (y’know) you have rendered me unseen

Angeline, oh my angeline
You little angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen

And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint
And I think that I am getting lost among the swollen states
Oh rescue me or bury me, for I care not what you do
There is just one thing that I want to say am I really you

Angeline, oh my angeline
My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen

Oh angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting
And when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing
Imagination’s hidden book, you wrote it on the wing