It was Paris on a Saturday night She was stopped at a red light
She slowly moved her head and teased her hair 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 drove on Sitting in that car alone
I could tell she had lovin' on her mind Sophisticated and flirty, about the age of thirty
Oh Lord, that woman sure looked fine
Loves of angels, spread your wings
Loves of angels, that's true lovin' things
Loves of angels, please fly with me
Oh, loves of angels, I know you want to be free
Loves of angels, I know you 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 small talk I took her hand and then we walked to the room
I had rented for her the night
Well, morning came, we said farewell I kissed goodbye and vowed not to tell
Returning home, the thought ran through my mind
Was 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 wings
Loves of angels, we did lovin' things
Loves of angels
Loves of angels, you flew with me
Loves of angels, for a moment you were free
Loves of angels, oh, spread your wings