George Jones - Borrowed angel

Her fingers feel so gentle with her hand in mine Her hair feels like silk on my arm Her lips tell me so tenderly she's mine alone Until we part tonight and she goes home Borrowed angel belongs to someone else I love my borrowed angel I just can't help myself That ring upon her finger don't belong to me But she loves me and I know she'll save some borrowed time for me[ steel ]I wish that I could have her more than just tonight We can't go on like this it isn't right When that lonesome feeling comes knocking on my door I'll call my borrowed angel to ease the pain once more Borrowed angel belongs to someone else...