She wears a streetlight like a halo of gold For some a sin, for him a sight for sore eyes She don’t see wicked when she meets it up close Say nice to see you through the pa**enger side Angels turning out and making their rounds Cross yourself and pray you don’t show it Laying on her back and shaking him down So break it some more, you take your chances on the corner When your rags say down and out Her talk is cheap as pretty second hand clothes So lip service him just for the night He feels his pockets and he checks her pulse There’s no pleasure in an overdose Angels turning out and making their rounds Cross yourself and pray you don’t show it Laying on her back and shaking him down So break it some more, you take your chances on the corner When your rags say down and out Motel crime scene tape, everybody come see Don’t she kinda look like that girl from the magazine Now that she’s gone, now that she’s gone Will anyone remember her name Now that she’s gone, now that she’s gone I hope she meets the devil with her lipstick on