Gino Vannelli
Black Cars
Ooh

Under the cover of night
She crawls into sight
Her skin is cold, china white
She's a dark angel wearing dark glasses
Dark shadows under long false lashes
Hey

The light exposes the cracks
She wears her makeup like wax
Ooh, to hide every scratch
'Cause she a dark angel riding dark horses
Sitting pretty in her dim lit corners

I say
Black cars look better in the shade
Black cars (Black cars)

She smears her lipstick on right before she sleeps
For all those phantom lovers in her dreams
O
She smokes them French cigarettes
In cocktail gloves and a strapless dress
She cuts a perfect silhouette
But she's a dark angel wearing dark glasses
A fading beauty as the night time passes

I said, black cars look better in the shade
Black cars (Black cars)
Black cars look better in the shade
Woo

Black cars (Black cars)
Black cars look better in the—
Black cars (Black cars)
Black cars look better in the—, hey!
Shade
Shade
Hey, hey, hey
Hey hey
Hey hey