Lyrics

MY ANGEL DON’T HAVE WINGS, SHE DON’T DANCE, SHE WON’T SING.
DON’T HAVE MONEY OR THE PRETTY THINGS, SHE TELLS ME I’M HER EVERYTHING.

SHE’S TOUGH, SHE’S ENOUGH, SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN. AND SHE’S MADE OF THE RIGHT STUFF, SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN.

MY ANGEL DON’T BELIEVE, IN FAIRY TALES OR WAY OUT DREAMS.
DON’T LIKE HEAVEN OR EARTH IT SEEMS, SHE TELLS ME I’M HER EVERYTHING.

SHE’S TOUGH, SHE’S ENOUGH, SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN. AND SHE’S MADE OF THE RIGHT STUFF, SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN.

STRAIGHT AHEAD ON A ONE WAY TRACK, SHE GOES HARD, SHE DON’T LOOK BACK.

MY ANGEL’S 5’8 TALL, A LONDON GIRL WITH A SOUTH WEST DRAWL. SHE DON’T LIE AND SHE DON’T SIN, SHE TELLS ME I’M HER EVERYTHING.

SHE’S TOUGH, SHE’S ENOUGH, SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN. AND SHE’S MADE OF THE RIGHT STUFF, SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN. SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN.