Angelene, she's such a pretty thing
All dolled up in her hip-hugging jeans
Mama's heels and her ruby red rouge
Sneaking out while her daddy's passed out
Hanging out with the wrong crowed
She's got all the right moves
Well, she's giving away little pieces of her innocence
She don't know what she's looking for
She just knows something's missing

Oh, Angelene, can't you see
What you need ain't what you're getting
Oh, Angelene, you're being used
Save some of that love for you
Angelene

Angelene is sure that he's the cure
He's got a kind of reckless allure
Like a fast ride on the wild side
So she turns her cheek when he's having a mean streak
And if you ask her real sweet
Oh, she won't look you in the eye
And she's calling it love, but there is no resemblance
It's a drive down a dead-end street
On the past of most resistance

Oh, Angelene, can't you see
What you need ain't what you're getting
Oh, Angelene, you're being used
Save some of that love for you
Angelene
Oh, Angelene

Yeah, she's giving away little pieces of her innocence
She don't know what she's looking for
She just knows something's missing

Oh, Angelene, can't you see
What you need ain't what you're getting
Oh, Angelene, you're being used
Save some of that love for you
Angelene
Oh, Angelene

She's calling it love, yeah
Oh, Angelene
No, no, no ...