Angles

                                  Someone's always coming around here

Trailing some new kill

Says "I've seen your picture on a

Hundred-dollar bill"

What's a game of chance to you,

To him is one Of real skill



So glad to meet you, Angeles



Picking up the ticket shows there's

Money to be made

Go on, lose the gamble that's the

History of the trade

Did you add up all the cards left to play

To zero



And sign up with evil, Angeles?



Don't start me trying now

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh



'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles



I can make you satisfied in

Everything you do

All your secret wishes could right

Now be coming true

And be forever with my poison arms



Around you

No one's gonna fool around with us

No one's gonna fool around with us

So glad to meet'cha, Angeles