Lyrics by Matthew Connor

you know she never was much of a dancer
but her hair does arabesques in the light
and you really never knew how to touch her
but at least you used to know when to try
and you never did know where to take her on a saturday
and even if you did you would get lost on the way

so leave her to heaven and leave the rest to me
just leave her to heaven and leave the rest to me

you know she never was much of a fighter
although lately seems like all she can do
and you’re leaving every night just to spite her
and she’s staying just to get back at you
and you know i hate to say that i told you so, but i told you so
so if you need a shoulder or whatever, you just let me know

and leave her to heaven and leave the rest to me
just leave her to heaven and leave the rest to me

she’s a Boticelli angel with a cigarette in mouth
you’re a wild and a bewildered compass needle pointing south
and if you find that you have tried and still you have your doubts
you could try to have a little faith in me

leave her to heaven and let’s raise some hell
’cause if it feels all right it is all right as far as i can tell, ohh
leave her to heaven, just leave it all behind
’cause you’ve had your fun but she’s not the one so stop wasting her time

and leave her to heaven and leave the rest to me
just leave her to heaven and leave the rest to me