It was Paris on a Saturday night She was stopped at a red lightShe slowly moved her head and teased her hair While sitting in her CadillacShe turned the mirror and she looked back to see If I was still thereWell, the light turned green, she drove on Sitting in that car aloneI could tell she had lovin' on her mind Sophisticated and flirty, about the age of thirtyOh Lord, that woman sure looked fineLoves of angels, spread your wingsLoves of angels, that's true lovin' thingsLoves of angels, please fly with meOh, loves of angels, I know you want to be freeLoves of angels, I know you want to be freeSo I drove a little faster Side by side I asked herIf she might stop and have a glass of wineThen later after small talk I took her hand and then we walked to the roomI had rented for her the nightWell, morning came, we said farewell I kissed goodbye and vowed not to tellReturning home, the thought ran through my mindWas my girl at home alone?Was she mine only?And could this happen to that girl of mine?Yeah, loves of angels, oh, spread your wingsLoves of angels, we did lovin' thingsLoves of angelsLoves of angels, you flew with meLoves of angels, for a moment you were freeLoves of angels, oh, spread your wings