Black cars

Under the cover of night
She crawls into sights
Her skin is cold china White
She’s a
Dark angel wearing…
Dark glasses…
Dark shadows under long false flashes

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 dresses
She cuts a perfect silhouette
But she’s a
Dark angel wearing
Dark glasses
A fading beauty as the night time passes…
I say
Black cars look better in the shade…