You were walking down the street You were just across the street So I had to cross the street To get to your side of the street It's torture... it's torture I need you so bad, girl It's torturing me You scorcher... you scorcher Fried egg on your face, girl You're scorching me, yeah Be my... be my... Be my dark angel. Be my... be my... Capri sun Be my... be my... Vicious and evil one! The question The answer The disco The dancer The places you'll never go The faces you'll never know It hurts me... it hurts me... Believe me it hurts me It's hurting me... yeah The questions... the queries The rhetoric... the theories It hurts me... yeah Be my... be my... Be my dark angel. Be my... be my... Blue sunshine Be my... be my... American concubine! I inhabit a world of Canadian go-go girls Japanese karate girls Black girls... white girls... China girls... Australasian... European... Pan... American girls When bad girls start... wrestling Everybody wants to be the next referee Including me The record is skipping The dance is disturbing The Jacksons are reuniting And going on tour And I can't take it any more! Be my... be my... Be my dark angel. Be my... be my... Blue sunshine Be my... be my... Mrs Vick Dalentine!