The Trouble with Angels - Steve Forbert

Bad girl, don’t cry

Don’t let those TV cameras catch your eye

Bad girl, don’t cry

Don’t let those TV cameras catch your eye

Gayle grew up a good girl

Tell the old judge so

Gayle was neither selfish, mean, nor wild

And any wrong that Gayle’s done

She done out of love

This is what she’d risk to have a child

Mother’s explanation

«Cotton Queens don’t steal

For what she’s done, we’ve got those drugs to thank.»

Gayle could not get pregnant

Treatments were not cheap

Gayle felt trapped and Gayle worked in a bank

The trouble with angels is they get a little spoiled

And think that gravity can’t pull them down

And the drag about some women is their domineering sound

While a man is but a monkey with a crown

Gayle shown like a rhinestone

All her nervous teens

And everything her mother chose she did

People watched her tap dance

Met the Cotton Queen

No one knew the stressed out, mixed up kid

The trouble with angels is they get a little spoiled

And think that gravity can’t pull them down

And the drag about some women is their domineering sound

While a man is but a monkey with a crown

Bad girl, don’t cry

Don’t let those TV cameras catch your eye

Bad girl, don’t cry

Don’t let those TV cameras catch your eye

Daddy paid the funds back

And daddy went the bail

And hired a legal firm of noted skill

And what about Gayle’s husband?

He just stood and shrugged

He’d thought Gayle’s insurance paid the bills

The trouble with angels is they get a little spoiled

And think that gravity can’t pull them down

And the drag about some women is their domineering sound

While a man is but a monkey with a crown

Crown bad girl, don’t cry

Don’t let those TV cameras catch your eye

Bad girl, don’t cry

Don’t let those TV cameras catch your eye