Arnold-Ballman You see her there at the bar across the room She looks like an angel with her pain and perfume You'd like to meet her, your conscience says no Obey your conscience, turn around, boy, and go Chorus She's no angel, no angel, her wings are not real She'll ruin your life, if your heart she can steal She'll tell you tales to bring tears to your eyes But don't you believe them, for they're only lies You think if only she could be your own You'd be more content than a king on his throne You better not trust her, it's wrong if you do She's broken many hearts and she'll break yours too [Chorus] [Chorus]