Lyrics: Peter Allen/Adrienne Anderson
Music: Peter Allen/Adrienne Anderson
Angels with dirty faces
Hanging outside my door
New York City, you gave me the life
But you took my heart just to even the score
And I sing all night to a neon light
And the neon shines back at me
So I pull down the shade and call it a day
And I turn up the colour TV
Those Angels with dirty faces
Keep on calling me on the phone
I spent so many years just looking for love
And now they won't leave me alone
And I sing a song but the feeling's gone
Guess I'll go live in LA
And pull down the shade and call it a day
On funky old Broadway
All those Angels keep on calling me up all night
Those Angels with dirty faces
They make me want to turn out the light
I sing a song but the feeling's gone
Guess I'll go live in LA
And pull down the shade and call it a day
On funky old Broadway...