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		<title>Lord, Send Me an Angel - Revision history</title>
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			<title>Tbboy13 at 18:32, 20 September 2006</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;==Band Quotes==&lt;br /&gt;
[[Jack White]]:&amp;quot;Yeah, it's hard for me to sing like that, about how great I am. One line goes, 'All these Georgia women won't let Willie McTell rest', and I change it to, 'All these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack White rest.' To me, it's a joke, 'cos everybody who knows me knows that women don't like me that much!&amp;quot; He laughs. &amp;quot;But I was toying with the idea that girls are attracted to cockiness, and bad, bad qualities in men. So I feel comfortable with that song, because it's true. Lying is the artistic way of telling the truth. I'm lying, saying, Look ate me, look at this (puts his arm around imaginary babe)… I'm just telling you the truth - in reverse.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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==Lyrics==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;nowiki&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
good lord, good lord&lt;br /&gt;
send me an angel down&lt;br /&gt;
can't spare no angel&lt;br /&gt;
will spare you a teasin' brown&lt;br /&gt;
well that new way of loving&lt;br /&gt;
swear to god it must be best&lt;br /&gt;
for these detroit women won't let mr. jack white rest&lt;br /&gt;
there's a crowd on the corner&lt;br /&gt;
wonder what could it be&lt;br /&gt;
one thing but the womens is trying to get to me&lt;br /&gt;
I went down to the station&lt;br /&gt;
suitcase in my hand&lt;br /&gt;
all the women run cryin'&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jack, won't you be my man?&lt;br /&gt;
well there was three women&lt;br /&gt;
yellow, brown and black&lt;br /&gt;
take the mayor of detroit to pick which one I like&lt;br /&gt;
one of 'em hamtramak yellow&lt;br /&gt;
one of 'em detroit brown&lt;br /&gt;
but that southwest dark skin sure to turn my damper down&lt;br /&gt;
why, ticket agent ticket agent&lt;br /&gt;
where did my baby go&lt;br /&gt;
tell me what she looks like&lt;br /&gt;
I'll tell you what road she's on&lt;br /&gt;
well she's a long tall mama&lt;br /&gt;
a mile and a half from the ground&lt;br /&gt;
she's a tailor-man mama&lt;br /&gt;
and she ain't no hand me down&lt;br /&gt;
well I used to say&lt;br /&gt;
married women&lt;br /&gt;
sweetest women never born&lt;br /&gt;
you better change that thing&lt;br /&gt;
you better leave married women alone&lt;br /&gt;
take my advice let married women&lt;br /&gt;
boy let 'em be&lt;br /&gt;
cause their husband will grab ya&lt;br /&gt;
beat your ragged ass to cedar street&lt;br /&gt;
I got two women&lt;br /&gt;
you can't tell 'em apart&lt;br /&gt;
I got one in my bosom&lt;br /&gt;
and the other is in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
well that one in my bosom&lt;br /&gt;
she live in tennessee&lt;br /&gt;
well that one in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
she don't give a darn for me&lt;br /&gt;
I'm gonna tell you pretty mama&lt;br /&gt;
exactly who I am&lt;br /&gt;
when I walk in that front door&lt;br /&gt;
and hear that back door slam&amp;lt;/nowiki&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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