BORROWED ANGEL

Writer  Mel Street



Her fingers feel so gentle with her hand in mine

Her hair feels like silk on my arm

Her lips tell me so tenderly she's mine alone

Until we part tonight and she goes home

Borrowed angel belongs to someone else

I love my borrowed angel I just can't help myself

That ring on her finger don't belong to me

But she loves me and I know she'll save some borrowed time for me

I wish that I could have her more than just tonight

We can't go on like this it isn't right

When that lonesome feeling comes knocking on my door

I'll call my borrowed angel to ease the pain once more

Borrowed angel belongs to someone else...