Текст песни Angels With Dirty Faces - Peter Allen

Angels with dirty faces
Hangin' 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 color TV, oh

Those angels with dirty faces
Keep on callin' me on the phone
I spent so many years just lookin' for love
And now they won't leave me alone
And I'd sing a song but the feeling's gone
Guess I'll go live in L.A
And pull down the shade and call it a day
On funky old Broadway

Oh those angels with dirty faces
Keep on callin' me up all night, all night
Those angels with dirty faces
They made me turn out the light
Though I'd sing a song, the feeling's gone
Guess I'll go and live in L.A., L.A
Pull down the shade, call it a day
On funky old, funky old Broadway
Angels with dirty faces on Broadway