theres an angel in my heart. She is beautiful and so delicate. I can hear her weeping sometimes. She wants to come out of me Let everyone see her But I keep her imprisoned, She is my private angel. People can see only the worldly tough me . the one who doesn't Take wooden nickels. The one who never cries. With a Missouri show me attitude But sometimes When the night is long And quiet and you are Lay with me beautiful And full of softness. I let her out Just for you to see her. She changes the glow Of light that outlines your body. Frames your hair like a halo. She softens my voice Almost to a whisper, I say stupid things That Tough old me Would never say. Like you are the most beautiful thing in my life And I love you honey. She makes me gentle and loving. It must be some kind of trick. But then as the morning Dawns sunlight into 0ur bedroom window. I put my angel in prison again And get ready to face The garish world for just one more day.