Gary Holton/Casino Steel:
She's no angel
She's much too young to know right from wrong
Her mind is short but her legs are long
She's no angel.
Her mummy thinks she's a good little girl
Her cheeks are red and her hair's in a curl
She's no angel
What do you think of in your room?
When you're not reaching for the moon?
Does your mummy know you got dirty legs?
And does she know what's in your head?
She's no angel
Would she let you out all night?
And would she let you scratch and would she let you bite?
She's no angel
What do you think of in your room?
When you're not reaching for the moon?
There ain't no doubt about it
She just can't live without it
She never answers the telephone
She gets so hot when she's all alone
She's no angel
Her mother waits for her every night
When she gets home everything's alright
She's no angel
There ain't no doubt about it
She just can't live without it
So I give it when I can.