Angel

Angel she walks

Around the block

And she's got nothing

Nothing but holes in her socks

And you walk by

With a delicious smile

Angel just bats her eyes

It's always about you

Rich white men

Rich white men

You tell a joke

Light your cigarette

Blow her some smoke

And yeah well Angel knows about love

But when you're hungry it don't

Mean nothing at all

Always for you

Rich white men

Rich white men

Angel she never cries

Hell, she even watched her own mother die

And brother Timmy

He sits at home with an empty belly

And Angel stands on the street

Only to give him some lunch money

She's the one wearing the short skirt

And some days you make her feel like dirt

So you see

It's not always for you

Rich white men

Rich white men