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He’s No Angel (JP Pennington, Frank Meyers) He came home late last night, he was out with the boys but That’s alright, What’s a little whiskey on his breath He lost a hundred bucks in a poker game, got in a fight with his Friend Ray, I could’ve just choked him to death He’s not perfect, and sometimes I forget, there's no halo hanging Over his head Chorus: He’s no angel, no he don’t have wings, when I’m in his arms It feels like paradise to me, he’s got a tempting smile, a little Devil in his eyes, he’s no angel but neither am I….. He could sell ice cubes to an Eskimo, got a silver tongue and a Heart of gold, he could run for mayor in this town, he likes to Window shop when it comes to babes, long as he don’t touch, then That’s ok, you know it ain’t a crime to look around. I’m not his First love and I might not be his last, but I’m not hung up on what happened in the past. Chorus: (fly) Bridge: He’s got some things I like to change you understand He makes mistakes he has his faults he’s just a man, you know he’s just a man…… Chorus: He’s no angel, no he don’t have wings, when I’m in his arms, it feels like paradise to me, he’s got a tempting smile, a little devil in his eyes, he’s no angel, but neither am I…. No No, he’s no angel….. (ad lib) |
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