Another Round of Encrypted Lyrics

"Angel of the Morning" - Chip Taylor


There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can find your heart
And there's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me

Maybe the sun's light will be dim
It won't matter anyhow
If morning's echo says we've sinned
Well, it was what I wanted now
And if we're victims of the night
I won't be blinded by the light

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me

I won't beg you to stay with me
Through the tears of the day
Of the years, baby


I am not expecting any commitment from you
Even if you acknowledge that you love me as well
You are not pressured to make a decision now concerning our future
Because having sex with you is my decision
I don't want to go home and masturbate alone
I am not bounded by primitive notions of morality

Just call me a ho', playa'
Just leave the money by the door
Just call me a ho', playa'
Then walk away before I know what I slept with

Perhaps it will be overcast resulting in limited sunlight
Not that it would matter
If my mother tells me I'm a tramp in the morning
I have sexual desires to purge that can't wait
And if we are both intoxicated from alcohol & that pill you dropped in my drink
I will not allow nineteenth century theological attitudes control my viewpoint

Just call me a ho', playa'
Just leave the money by the door
Just call me a ho', playa'
Then walk away before I know what I slept with

I could care less if you stay with me
Through the hangover I'll endure
And the illegitimate baby I'll bear