Sanoja: Peter Cincotti. Angel Town.

Mazy checks her cell phone
for the thirty second time
slips into her jimmy choo's

perfect pink three quarter skirt
and lilac leather purse
she's a page from w

she grabs the only coat she owns
sprays the room with french cologne
just in case she don't come home alone

she's on stage tonight
in angel town
where how you look's what matters
things are lookin' up so don't look down
and she should go home but she never will
she'll ride her broken wings until
she flies so high she shatters
i love this town

fat boy roy's a would-be king
with offices at fox
he's sipping on his veuve clicquot

sending drinks to movie stars
and hoping that his date likes the fat boy dinner show

he gives the maitre' d a nod
they bring his food like he was god
but roy just sits there knowing he's a fraud

he's on stage tonight
in angel town
where how you look's what matters
things are lookin' up so down look down
and he should go home but he never will
he'll ride his broken wings until
he flies so high he shatters
i love this town

we're driving down from heaven's gate
and winding through the hills
just can't wait to hit the streets

tattoo venus waits for us
with all her neon thrills
and many more delicious treats

well, norma jean i think i see
how you lost yourself in fantasy
just like mazy, fat boy roy, and me

we're on stage tonight
in angel town
where how you look's what matters
things are lookin' up so don't look down
and we should go home, but we never will
we'll ride our broken wings until
we fly so high we shatter
i love this town