I met a West Coast Beauty
At Southside Johnny's
She was nibbling on quesadillas
And salsa picante
She tried so hard 2 ignore me
As I passed by
I knew it wasn't the picante
That made her cry
Dig
In a City of Lost Angels
Love is spurned
And the ashes of hungry hearts
Are entombed in decorative urns
So what is love
In its purest conception
When innocent souls are insulated
With only a thin layer of protection
Dig
She got up 2 refresh
Her lemon tea
I wondered how such a lovely vision
Came 2 be
Her body a perfect study
Of Baroque architecture
With a beautiful face
Brushed by Caravaggio's
Subtle textures
Dig
Our eyes met
And I could detect
Her circumspection
The anger in her eyes
Offering no direction
I knew beneath the facade
Was a Passion Flower
Predators in the Urban jungle
Long 2 devour
Dig
Women like her
Remind me of gazelles
In the Serengeti
Needing 2 quench thrist
As the dry season comes
With crocodiles in the water
And lions on land
There's no place 2 hide
Nowhere 2 run
Dig
Wished I could take her in my arms
And dance the Bolero
2 the seductive strains of
A Ravel Concerto
Yet I sensed
Her body tense
In close proximity
2 a man
I knew in a previous relationship
Things had gotten out of hand
Dig
I wondered how could a man
Destroy such a delicate soul
My God
That's like ripping pages
From the Greatest Story Ever Told
Tell me
What is love
In its purest conception
When innocent souls
Become victims of Urban insurrection
Dig
I finished my meal
And stole one last look
Was met by a pair of pleading eyes
No my Lost Angel
I must leave you alone
4 I fear one mistake
Would remind you of
The man you despise
Dig
Passion produces pain
As sure as
Romance reacts 2 rain
And the taste of tortured tears
Forces one 2
Yearn 4 yesteryear
We are powerless 2 preordain
A heart pushed 2 the precipice of pain
So it would be senseless
2 submit my heart 2 the stress
Of every mistake I make
Reminding you of the man
Who left your soul undressed
Goodbye Lost Angel
I wish you love

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