Lyrics He Calls Me Angel - Crystal Bowersox

He Calls Me Angel

I smoke when I drink
I wanna drink when I think about
All of the pain in this world
I cuss like a sailor
I fuckin' feel like a failure
I play the guitar pretty good for a girl
Ooh, well I must confess, I’m a bit of a mess
Just like most of us walking the earth
But then he calls me angel
It makes me feel like I am able
To lay all my cards on the table
The sweetest thing that I’ve ever heard
That one little word
He calls me angel
I’m jealous and jaded, and I’m opinionated
I’m damned if I don’t or if I do
Oh, and sometimes I’m lazy, sometimes I’m crazy
Oh, I make plans then I don’t follow through
When I’m over the line, which is most of the time
He holds tight and I start letting go
Then he calls me angel
He makes me feel like I am able
To lay all my cards on the table
Oh, the sweetest thing that I’ve ever heard
That one little word
When I’m ugly cryin' again at the bar
Oh swing low, sweet whiskey, swing low
When I can’t bear the weight of my own heavy heart
Then he comes for to carry me home
Then he calls me angel
He says, «You're pretty, you’re strong, and you’re able
So lay it all on me baby
Cause you will always be my angel»
He makes me feel like I am able
To lay all my cards on the table
Oh, the sweetest thing that I’ve ever heard
That one little word
He calls me angel