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!