Electric Six

You were walking down the street
You were just across the street
So I had to cross the street
To get to your side of the street
It's torture, it's torture
I need you so bad, girl
It's torturing me
You scortcher, you scortcher,
fry an egg on your face, girl
You're scorching me
Be my, be my,
Be my dark angel
Be my, be my
Capri sun
Be my, be my
Viscious and evil one
The question, the answer
The disco, the dancer
The places you'll never go
The faces you'll never know
It hurts me, it hurts me, believe me it hurts me
It's hurting me
The questions, the queries
The rhetoric, the theories
It hurts me, yeah!
Be my, be my,
Be my dark angel