Black Cars

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

Hey

The light exposes the cracks

She wears her makeup like wax

Ooh, to hide every scratch

'Cause she's a dark angel riding dark horses

Sitting pretty in her dim lit corners

I say

Black cars look better in the shade (Black cars)

Black cars (Black cars)

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 said, black cars look better in the shade (Black cars)

Black cars (Black cars)

Black cars look better in the shade

Black cars (Black cars)

Black cars look better in the—

Black cars (Black cars)

Black cars look better in the—, hey!

Shade

Shade

Shade

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey