It was Paris on a Saturday night
She was stopped at a red light
She slowly moved her head and teased her head
While sitting in her Cadillac
She turned the mirror and she looked back
To see if I was still there
Well, the light turned green, she drew on
Sitting in that Caramon
I could tell she had lovin' on her mind
Sophisticated and flirty
About the age of thirty
Oh Lord, that woman sure looked fine
Lonesome angel
Spread your wings
Lonesome
Lonesome angel
Let's do love and peace
Lonesome angel
Please fly with me
Oh, lonesome angel
I really want to be free
So I drove a little faster
Side by side I asked her
If she might stop and have a glass of wine
Then later after a small talk
I took her hand and then walked to the room
I'd read it for the night
Well, morning came, we said farewell
I kissed goodbye and vowed not to tell
Returning home, a thought ran through my mind
Was my girl at home and lonely?
Was she mine only?
And could this be the end?
Did this happen to that girl of mine?
Yeah, lonesome angel
Go spread your wings
Lonesome angel
We did lovely things
Lonesome angel
You flew with me
Oh, lonesome angel
For a moment you were free
Lonesome angel
Go spread your wings
Lonesome angel
We did lovely things
We did lovely things