Lyrics
I saw you sitting across the room
By a sailor with a tattooed arm
Drinking scotch like it was two cents plain
'Cause when I knew you weren't from the farms
Someone said you'd come from Lisbon town
Been deported that would be my guess
A high class scandal no one would talk about
And I'm sure it ended in an awful mess
You're no angel
That's alright with me
Didn't get them diamonds from working nine to six
You're no angel
That's easy to see
But that's alright with me
Yeah, that's alright with me
Every time I see you wearing something new
Always dressed in the latest styles
You only buy from the most fancy shops
Snake and lamb and crocodile
You're no angel
But that's alright with me