Be My Dark Angel

Un, deux, trois, quatreYou 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 streetIt's torture, it's torture
I need you so bad, girl, it's torturing me
You scortcher, you scortcher
Fry an egg on your face, girl
You're scorching me, yeahBe my, be my, be my dark angel
Be my, be my, Capri sun
Be my, be my, viscious and evil oneThe question, the answer
The disco, the dancer
The places you'll never go
The faces you'll never knowIt hurts me, it hurts me
Believe me it hurts me, it's hurting me
The questions, the queries
The rhetoric, the theories, it hurts me, yeahBe my, be my, be my dark angel
Be my, be my, blue sunshine
Be my, be my, American concubineI am havin' a whirl of Canadian go-go girls
Japanese karate girls, Black girls, White girls
China girls, Australi-asian, European, Pan
American girls, when bad girls start wrestling
Everyone wants to be the next referee, including meThe record is skipping
The dance is disturbing
The Jacksons are reuniting
They're going on tour
And I can't take it anymoreBe my, be my, be my dark angel
Be my, be my, blue sunshine
Be my, be my, Mrs. Dick Valentine