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Tainted Angel
(B. Walker, J. Harte, D. Child)
She¡¯s a small town high school homecoming queen,
Only seventeen.
The kind of girl every boy would love to bring home home,
To mama on a diamond ring.
She¡¯s daddy¡¯s little baby, she¡¯s the apple of his eye.
And if he knew I took a bite,
He¡¯d take back paradise.
She¡¯s my tainted angel.
My lovin¡¯ took her wings away.
She was made in heaven.
But the devil got his way.
She was pure as fallen snow,
But she melted just like ice.
When I took that little angel,
Put the fire in her eyes.
My tainted angel, my tainted angel, angel.
She was shy until I pulled down the blinds.
You know what I mean.
Her love was like drivin¡¯ a brand new car.
She¡¯d never gone so far, she was squeaky clean.
Well little miss perfection looks so candy apple sweet,
But underneaths¡¯ a woman who knows just what she needs.
She¡¯s my tainted angel.
My lovin¡¯ took her wings away.
She was made in heaven,
But the devil got his way.
She was pure as fallen snow,
But she melted just like ice.
When I took that little angel,
Put the fire in her eyes,
My tainted angel, my tainted angel, angel.
Oh my angel,
Girl let¡¯s find a place where we can hide away.
And I¡¯ll whisper all the things that you don¡¯t dare to say.
Let¡¯s break away.
She¡¯s my tainted angel,
My lovin¡¯ took her wings away.
She was made in heaven,
But the devil got his way.
She¡¯s my tainted angel,
Now she¡¯s got fire in her eyes.
She was made in heaven,
But in my arms, she melted just like ice.
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