Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down
Can't you spare no angel, we'll send you a teasin' brown
Well this new way of loving, swear to God it must be best
Cause these Detroit women don't let Mr. furez rest
There was a crowd on the corner, wonder what could it be
Wasn't a thing but the women just tryin' to get to me
I went down to the shed, suitcase in my hand
All the women run cryin', "Oh please, won't you be my man?"
Well there was three women: yellow, brown and black
Took the mayor of Detroit to pick which one I like
One of them Hamtramck yellow, one of them Detroit brown
But that southwest dark skin was sure to turn my damper down
And I used to say married women, sweetest women ever born
Ima change that thing, you better leave married women alone
They'll tell you that they love you, love you their whole life
They grab a man on the corner and tell that same lie twice
"Ticket agent, ticket agent, where did my baby go?"
"Tell me what she looks like, I'll tell you what road she's on"
"Well she's a long tall mama, mile and half from the ground
She's a tailor-made mama, she ain't no hand-me-down"
Good Lord, good Lord, send me my angel down
Can't you spare no angel, we'll send you teasin' brown
But this new way of loving, swear to God it must be best
Cause these Detroit women won't let neither of us rest
supported by 67 fans who also own “Lord, Send Me An Angel”
It’s tough to choose a favorite for this one because I like them all. I think I might choose Come Down because the vocal sample really enhances the mood of the track. Dionysus Virus
supported by 67 fans who also own “Lord, Send Me An Angel”
Pretty light, bright and nice album to be listened to, perfect to chill with some mid y2k electronica elements that can even be soothing somehow.
I don't have a favourite this time, but it is indeed worth to give it a shot. (:
FROSTeato