Every time I meet you at the feet of Eros
We’ll be in our street clothes and pretend we’ve never met
And I will tell you my name is Angel
When you call me Angel, I’ll freeze like a statuette
And they will point and say I look very real,
yes they will
I guess we all take turns on the water wheel.
Baby, last night you made me think
Now strike me pink
Maybe you’ll bring me a lucky streak
Well, strike me pink
So what if our love is tragic, part of a missing link?
Baby, your touch is magic
You strike me pink
“Strike Me Pink” by Deborah Harry