Matt Goss Don't Wanna Be Your Angel
Tell me that you hate me
Tell me that I’m never gonna see your pretty face again
And tell me that you faked it
Tell me that you changed the locks on the door
And even if I wanna come home I can’t get in
And tell me you had a great night
I’m touring on my own, you’re checking out the guys
With the girls on a Friday Night, double standards
that’s why
CHORUS
I don’t wanna be your angel (oh)
Hell is way too hot for you, baby
And it ain’t got room for me
Don’t wanna be your angel (angel angel)
Hell is way too hot for you, baby
It ain’t got room for me (no-oh-oh)
Ain’t got room for me
So tell me that you hate me
Tell me I’m a mother
Tell me there’s no other one person better for me in my life
And tell me that I’m crazy
To think your jealousy, anger and hate
Can eventually break a man deep inside
And tell me your listening to a strangers lies, you’ve changed our lives
And not even once did you come talk to me
Why
CHORUS
I don’t wanna be your angel
Hell is way too hot for you, baby
It ain’t got room for me
Don’t wanna be your angel (angel angel)
Hell is way too hot for you, baby
It ain’t got room for me (no-oh-oh)
Ain’t got room for me (No)
Ain’t got room for me (oh baby)
I don’t wanna be your angel
Hell is way too hot for you, baby
And it ain’t got room for me, no
I don’t wanna be
I don’t wanna be
I don’t wanna be your angel (oh)
Don’t wanna be your angel (oh)
Hell is way too hot for you
But it ain’t got room for me (oh no)
Why do you listen to their lies (repeat)
Don’t wanna be your angel
Don’t wanna be your angel (mmm)
Why Why did you listen to their lies (repeat)
