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The Trouble With Angels

This song is by Steve Forbert and appears on the album Mission Of The Crossroad Palms (1995).

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Bad girl, don't cry,
Don't let those TV cameras catch your eye,
Bad girl, don't cry,
Don't let those TV cameras catch your eye.

Gayle grew up a good girl,
Tell the old judge so,
Gayle was neither selfish, mean, nor wild.
And any wrong that Gayle's done,
She done out of love,
This is what she'd risk to have a child.

Mother's explanation,
"Cotton Queens don't steal.
For what she's done, we've got those drugs to thank."
Gayle could not get pregnant.
Treatments were not cheap.
Gayle felt trapped and Gayle worked in a bank.

The trouble with angels is they get a little spoiled,
And think that gravity can't pull them down.
And the drag about some women is their domineering sound,
While a man is but a monkey with a crown.

Gayle shown like a rhinestone,
All her nervous teens,
And everything her mother chose she did.
People watched her tap dance,
Met the Cotton Queen,
No one knew the stressed out, mixed up kid.

The trouble with angels is they get a little spoiled,
And think that gravity can't pull them down.
And the drag about some women is their domineering sound,
While a man is but a monkey with a crown.

Bad girl, don't cry,
Don't let those TV cameras catch your eye,
Bad girl, don't cry,
Don't let those TV cameras catch your eye.

Daddy paid the funds back,
And daddy went the bail,
And hired a legal firm of noted skill.
And what about Gayle's husband?
He just stood and shrugged.
He'd thought Gayle's insurance paid the bills.

The trouble with angels is they get a little spoiled,
And think that gravity can't pull them down.
And the drag about some women is their domineering sound,
While a man is but a monkey with a crown.

Crown bad girl, don't cry,
Don't let those TV cameras catch your eye,
Bad girl, don't cry,
Don't let those TV cameras catch your eye.

Written by:

Steve Forbert