Lyrics Electric Six

Electric Six

Be My Dark Angel

You 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 street

It's torture... it's torture

I need you so bad, girl

It's torturing me

You scorcher... you scorcher

Fried egg on your face, girl

You're scorching me, yeah

Be my... be my...

Be my dark angel.

Be my... be my...

Capri sun

Be my... be my...

Vicious and evil one!

The question

The answer

The disco

The dancer

The places you'll never go

The faces you'll never know

It hurts me... it hurts me...

Believe me it hurts me

It's hurting me... yeah

The questions... the queries

The rhetoric... the theories

It hurts me... yeah

Be my... be my...

Be my dark angel.

Be my... be my...

Blue sunshine

Be my... be my...

American concubine!

I inhabit a world of Canadian go-go girls

Japanese karate girls

Black girls... white girls... China girls...

Australasian... European... Pan... American girls

When bad girls start... wrestling

Everybody wants to be the next referee

Including me

The record is skipping

The dance is disturbing

The Jacksons are reuniting

And going on tour

And I can't take it any more!

Be my... be my...

Be my dark angel.

Be my... be my...

Blue sunshine

Be my... be my...

Mrs Vick Dalentine!