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 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 Black cars look better in the shade