Beauty is skin deep
My blood is hot and I can't sleep
You trace your hands across my skin
Your eyes are burning black as sin

You look like an angel
You're coming from the light

(She likes cigars, tastes like caviar)
(Dip it in her honey jar)
You got me, babe
Well, I got you

Oh, pull me closer
Take me in
Taste the sweat
On your skin

Wind blowing
Through your hair
It goes all over us but we don't care

You look like an angel
You're coming from the night

(And in the 90's nothing can stop us)
(They say I'm big at the Oval Office)
You got me, babe
Well, I got you
Ain't got no money
Ain't got a clue

You look like an angel
You're coming from the light
Your eyes on fire
Your skin feels so tight

(Back in the '60's the stars used candy
(There was no rocket and we're still standing)
You got me, babe
I got you
Ain't got no money
Ain't got a clue

Well, I got you