Under the cover of night she crawls into sight   Her skin is cold china white   She's a dark angel wearing dark glasses   Dark shadows under long false lashes      The night exposes the cracks   She wears her makeup like wax to hide every scratch   'Cause she a dark angel riding dark horses   Sitting pretty in her dim lit covers, I say      Black cars look better in the shade   She smears her lipstick on right before she sleeps   For all those phantom lovers in her dreams      She smokes them French cigarettes   In cocktail gloves and a strapless dress   She cuts a perfect silhouette   But she's a dark angel wearing dark glasses   A fading beauty as the night time passes, I say      Black cars look better in the shade   Black cars look better in the shade