(Seth Justman) - 1981
We met in a bar
Out on Chesapeake Bay
With her white patent boots
And her blouse red lame
A table top dancer
She would smile on cue
Those lips of an angel
Angel in blue
She's been dancing for ages
Though cities of bars
She was kickin' the habit
of scoring in cars
She'd been drained of her spirit
All caged in this zoo
A wildcat angel
Angel in blue
And as she stared out into nowhere
I thought, yes, I thought she might break down and cry
When I whispered I thought I could love her
She just said
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