Angelene - Jo Dee Messina

Angelene

She’s such a pretty thing

All dolled up in her hip-huggin' jeans

Mama’s heels and her ruby red rouge

Sneakin' out while her daddy’s passed out

Hangin' out with the wrong crowd

She’s got all the right moves

And she’s givin' away little pieces of her innocence

She don’t know what she’s lookin' for

She just knows something’s missin'

Oh, Angelene, can’t you see

What you need ain’t what you’re gettin'

Oh, Angelene, you’re bein' used

Save some of that love for you

Angelene

Angelene is sure that he’s the cure

He’s got a kind of reckless allure

Like a fast ride on the wild side

So she turns her cheek

When he’s havin' a mean streak

And if you ask her real sweet

She won’t look you in the eye

And she’s callin' it love, ah

But there is no resemblance

It’s a drive down a dead end street

On the past of most resistance

Yeah, she’s givin' away little pieces of her innocence

She don’t know what she’s lookin' for

She just knows something’s missin'