The Angel On Your Shoulder Songtext
(Paroles : Véro de Launay / Musique : Benjamin Sire)
I close my eyes can't stand no more
Those fat smiling and greedy people
They think they know me, say they love me
They're just professional liars
You are my force, you were the one
Who made me trust in human heart
You are so true that it hurts me
Genuine until cruelty
When you become old, please think of me
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
When you turn to gold, please think of me
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
Faithful as can be
You may be right, I may be blind
We're made to eat at the same table
Each one at its place, ready to share
With others the life masquerade
You are my force, you were the one
Who made me trust in human heart
You are so true that it hurts me
Genuine until cruelty
When you become old, please think of me
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
When you turn to gold, please think of me
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
Faithful as can be
Now I can feel tenderness
For the little child who starts to walk
Now I can feel tenderness
For the golden boy who starts to fall
You, the man who cleans the streets,
The paki who sells the roses
You are my ocean brothers
When you become old ... (ad lib)
I close my eyes can't stand no more
Those fat smiling and greedy people
They think they know me, say they love me
They're just professional liars
You are my force, you were the one
Who made me trust in human heart
You are so true that it hurts me
Genuine until cruelty
When you become old, please think of me
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
When you turn to gold, please think of me
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
Faithful as can be
You may be right, I may be blind
We're made to eat at the same table
Each one at its place, ready to share
With others the life masquerade
You are my force, you were the one
Who made me trust in human heart
You are so true that it hurts me
Genuine until cruelty
When you become old, please think of me
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
When you turn to gold, please think of me
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
Faithful as can be
Now I can feel tenderness
For the little child who starts to walk
Now I can feel tenderness
For the golden boy who starts to fall
You, the man who cleans the streets,
The paki who sells the roses
You are my ocean brothers
When you become old ... (ad lib)