(Holly Lamar/Stephanie Bentley)

Angelene, sheæ?¯ such a pretty thing
All dolled up in her hip-huggin?jeans
Mamaæ?¯ heels and her ruby red rouge

Sneakin?out while her daddyæ?¯ passed out
Hangin?out with the wrong crowd
Sheæ?¯ got all the right moves
And sheæ?¯ givin?away little pieces of her innocence
She donæ?° know what she;s lookin?for
She just knows somethingæ?¯ missin?

Oh, Angelene, canæ?° you see
What you need ainæ?° what youæ?®e gettin?
Oh, Angelene, youæ?®e bein?used
Save some of that love for you,
Angelene

Angelene is sure that heæ?¯ the cure
Heæ?¯ got a kind of reckless allure
Like a fast ride on the wild side
So she turns her cheek when heæ?¯ havin?a mean streak
And if you ask her real sweet
She wonæ?° look you in the eye
And sheæ?¯ callin?it love, ah, but there is no resemblence
Itæ?¯ a drive down a dead end street on the path of most resistance

Oh, Angelene, canæ?° you see
What you need ainæ?° what youæ?®e gettin?
Oh, Angelene, youæ?®e bein?used
Save some of that love for you,
Angelene

Yeah, sheæ?¯ givin?away little pieces of her innocence
She donæ?° know what sheæ?¯ lookin?for
She just knows somethingæ?¯ missin

Oh, Angelene, canæ?° you see
What you need ainæ?° what youæ?®e gettin?
Oh, Angelene, youæ?®e bein?used
Save some of that love for you,
Angelene