In a dim lit bar on the west side of town
She's tryin a little too hard to turn his poor head around
With a cigarette smoke halo and one broken wing
She stumbles into his hazy daydream
He's a little cocky and she's a little stocky
But all is forgiven in the nighttime somehow
It was a match made in Heaven by an angel on high
From her soft proposition to his gin soaked reply
A gentle admission of loneliness and fright
A match made in Heaven when two lonely hearts send the night
She said I was an angel when I was a child
And they cling to each other by lone candle flame
He calls her honey he don't remember her name
She acts like she's sleepin as he slips away in the night
It was a match made in Heaven, they're goin through hell