Silly little angel
                     on my shoulder
She's a stranger
I don't need her for the danger
Long ago, I shoulda hanged 'er
Could I not have said it plainer
Could it be that I'm deranged, or
Is it you that should be shamed, or
In my closet on a hanger
And I've come to rearrange 'er
I'm the wrangler. I'm the wrangler