(B. Walker, J. Harte, D. Child)
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She¡¯s a small town high school homecoming queen,
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Only seventeen.
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The kind of girl every boy would love to bring home home,
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To mama on a diamond ring.
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She¡¯s daddy¡¯s little baby, she¡¯s the apple of his eye.
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And if he knew I took a bite,
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He¡¯d take back paradise.
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She¡¯s my tainted angel.
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My lovin¡¯ took her wings away.
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She was made in heaven.
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But the devil got his way.
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She was pure as fallen snow,
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But she melted just like ice.
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When I took that little angel,
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Put the fire in her eyes.
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My tainted angel, my tainted angel, angel.
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She was shy until I pulled down the blinds.
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You know what I mean.
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Her love was like drivin¡¯ a brand new car.
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She¡¯d never gone so far, she was squeaky clean.
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Well little miss perfection looks so candy apple sweet,
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But underneaths¡¯ a woman who knows just what she needs.
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She¡¯s my tainted angel.
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My lovin¡¯ took her wings away.
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She was made in heaven,
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But the devil got his way.
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She was pure as fallen snow,
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But she melted just like ice.
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When I took that little angel,
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Put the fire in her eyes,
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My tainted angel, my tainted angel, angel.
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Oh my angel,
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Girl let¡¯s find a place where we can hide away.
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And I¡¯ll whisper all the things that you don¡¯t dare to say.
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Let¡¯s break away.
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She¡¯s my tainted angel,
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My lovin¡¯ took her wings away.
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She was made in heaven,
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But the devil got his way.
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She¡¯s my tainted angel,
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Now she¡¯s got fire in her eyes.
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She was made in heaven,
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But in my arms, she melted just like ice.
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Tainted Angel
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Marvelous 3 |