Beauty is skin deep My blood is hot, I can't sleep You trace your hand across my skin Your eyes are burning black as sin You look like an angel You come in from the night That cigar tastes like caviar Dip it in the honey jar You got me, babe Well I got you Pull me closer, take me in Taste the sweat on your skin Wind blowing through your hair Ghosts are with us, but we don't care You look like an angel As you come in from the night End of the '90s and nothing can stop us They sang Pink in The Oval Office You got me, babe Well I got you Ain't got no money Ain't got a clue You look like an angel As you come in from the night Your eyes on fire Your skin so tight Back in the '60s the Stones used candy They're still rocking, we're still standing You got me, babe Well I got you Ain't got no money Ain't got a clue Well I got you