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.