Black Cars

 

 

 

 

 

 
  
Gino Vannelli - Black Cars

 
Under the cover of night
She crawls into sight
Her skin is cold china white
She’s a dark angel wearing dark glasses
Dark shadows under long false lashes

The night exposes the cracks
She wears her makeup like wax
To hide every scratch
’cause she a dark angel riding dark horses
Sitting pretty in her dim lit covers ... I say

Black cars look better in the shade
She smears her lipstick on right before she sleeps
For all those phantom lovers in her dreams

She smokes them french cigarettes
In cocktail gloves and a strapless dress
She cuts a perfect silhouette