Testo Angel All About Eve
Whoâd ever chose, to be in your shoes
Oh my blue angel
You had three wishes and still you cried
Are you never satisfied ?
The child inside you has long since died
And here I offer a straw to clutch
You havenât noticed it as such
The shoes youâre wearing they must pinch too much
Whoâd ever choose, to be in your shoes
Oh my blue angel, angel, angel, angel