Tekster: Elvis Costello. King of America. Our Little Angel.

This is the place where I made my best mistakes
This is the place even angels don't understand
I've seen the disappointment in her face
And the collection of engagement rings on her right hand

She sits alone apart from the crowd
In a white dress she wears like a question mark
Friends speak of her fondly enemies just think out loud
You think you're man enough to please her and you're fool enough to start

You're not going to do a thing to our little angel
There's nothing you're thinking tonight that tomorrow won't change
Now the cabaret is frozen and the laughter comes in cans
And the lonely hearts club clientele don't know what to do with their hands

You think that you'll be sweet to her but everybody knows
That you're the marshmallow valentine that got stuck on her clothes
But you're not going to do a thing to our little angel
There's nothing you're thinking tonight that tomorrow won't change

So you mix your drinks and words you make bad jokes you make bad time
The floors are there to walk over the walls are there to climb
You swear that you'll never go back again once you're inside
You're never the bridegroom she's always the bride

And you're not going to do a thing to our little angel
There's nothing you're thinking tonight that tomorrow won't change
You'll come in a sweetheart and you'll go out a stranger
Well you try to love her but she's so contrary

Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary
So get your mind off the sweet behind of our little angel
You're not going to do a thing, you're not going to do a thing
You're not going to do a thing to our little angel