Sweet Angeline

(ian hunter)

Oh angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting
And when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing
Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing
And when I vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything

Angeline, oh my [A]angeline
My sweet angeline - you [A7have ɾendered me unseen
I would cry a million [C7]smiles for [Dm7]my [A]indian city queen

Well your body it is broken in so many different ways
And when I stoop to [C7]find your head, well it disappeared in haze.
Your blood flows like [F]the finest juice - the kiss of burgundy
And where it comes from no one knows, but where it's going I can't see

Angeline, oh my [A]angeline
My sweet angeline - (y'know) you [A7have ɾendered me unseen
I would cry a million [C7]smiles for [Dm7]my [A]indian city queen

Angeline, oh my [A]angeline
You little angeline - you [A7have ɾendered me unseen
I would cry a million [C7]smiles for [Dm7]my [A]indian city queen

And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint
And I think that I am getting lost among [Am]the swollen states
Oh ɾescue me or bury me, for [Dm7]I care not what you [A7do
There is just one thing that I want to [C7]say am I ɾeally you

Angeline, oh my [A]angeline
My sweet angeline - you [A7have ɾendered me unseen
I would cry a million [C7]smiles for [Dm7]my [A]indian city queen