Fly Angel Fly
[Cita (C.I.T.A. - Caught in the Act)]
She packed her hopes and dreams and headed for the West Coast
It's close to six a.m, this wicked world has stung her once again
The neon lights burn bright as shadows dance in the city
She takes a breath, a dose of Jose Cuervo covers the pain
She's run away, whoa
She's pickin' up the pieces
She caught the risin' sun with broken wings
There's nowhere left for her to fly
Back on her feet again by Saturday
She's mystified
Fly, angеl, fly
The city streets
That steal her soul and еat her smile
Shell-shocked and twisted girls run renegade
With power, grace and style
She's run away, whoa
She's pickin' up the pieces
She caught the risin' sun with broken wings
There's nowhere left for her to fly
Back on her feet again by Saturday
She's mystified
Fly, angel, fly
She caught the risin' sun with broken wings
There's nowhere left for her to fly
Back on her feet again by Saturday
She's mystified
She caught the risin' sun with broken wings
There's nowhere left for her to fly
Back on her feet again by Saturday
She's mystified
Fly, angel, fly
