My first name, Angelene.
The prettiest mess you’ve ever seen.
Love for money is my sin –
any man calls, I’ll let him in.
Rose is my colour and white.
A pretty mouth and green my eyes.
I see men come and go
but there’ll be one who will collect my soul and come to me.
Two-thousand miles away he walks upon the coast.
Two-thousand miles away – it lays open like a road.
Dear God, life ain’t kind –
people getting born and dying,
but I’ve heard there’s joy untold
laying open on that road in front of me.
My first name, Angeline.