Song | Angeline |
Artist | Elton John |
Album | Leather Jackets |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John/Alan Carvell | |
Well I'm work shy, I'm wild-eyed | |
So shut that door when the baby cries | |
And keep me well fed, give me warm bread | |
Lay my body on a feather bed | |
And spoil me, Angeline | |
Get to work when the whistle screams, Angeline | |
Maybe someday, some way | |
Somewhere in the future there's more pay | |
Give me more cash, bring me sour mash | |
Peel me a grape and fetch my stash | |
And bite me, Angeline | |
Let me use you like a sex machine, Angeline | |
You've got to swing that hammer, punch that card | |
Angeline I love you when you work so hard | |
Swing that hammer and sew my jeans | |
Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean | |
Well I talk tough, I act rough | |
Lay still honey I can't get enough | |
And keep your nose clean, let me be | |
On your knees when you speak to me | |
And trust me, Angeline | |
And talk real dirty and I'll make you scream Angeline |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John Alan Carvell | |
Well I' m work shy, I' m wildeyed | |
So shut that door when the baby cries | |
And keep me well fed, give me warm bread | |
Lay my body on a feather bed | |
And spoil me, Angeline | |
Get to work when the whistle screams, Angeline | |
Maybe someday, some way | |
Somewhere in the future there' s more pay | |
Give me more cash, bring me sour mash | |
Peel me a grape and fetch my stash | |
And bite me, Angeline | |
Let me use you like a sex machine, Angeline | |
You' ve got to swing that hammer, punch that card | |
Angeline I love you when you work so hard | |
Swing that hammer and sew my jeans | |
Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean | |
Well I talk tough, I act rough | |
Lay still honey I can' t get enough | |
And keep your nose clean, let me be | |
On your knees when you speak to me | |
And trust me, Angeline | |
And talk real dirty and I' ll make you scream Angeline |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John Alan Carvell | |
Well I' m work shy, I' m wildeyed | |
So shut that door when the baby cries | |
And keep me well fed, give me warm bread | |
Lay my body on a feather bed | |
And spoil me, Angeline | |
Get to work when the whistle screams, Angeline | |
Maybe someday, some way | |
Somewhere in the future there' s more pay | |
Give me more cash, bring me sour mash | |
Peel me a grape and fetch my stash | |
And bite me, Angeline | |
Let me use you like a sex machine, Angeline | |
You' ve got to swing that hammer, punch that card | |
Angeline I love you when you work so hard | |
Swing that hammer and sew my jeans | |
Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean | |
Well I talk tough, I act rough | |
Lay still honey I can' t get enough | |
And keep your nose clean, let me be | |
On your knees when you speak to me | |
And trust me, Angeline | |
And talk real dirty and I' ll make you scream Angeline |