There is a beautiful woman at the end of the bar,
the kind you see riding in a flashy car.
Not in here, in this smokey atmosphere.
She is playing with drink and a nervous smile,
look closer and you see she has been crying for awhile.
Angel flying too close to the ground.
Her wings have let her down.

chorus; But somewhere out there  someone is mad at her,
or she is ****** at the whole **** World....
nothing is as it seems,
bar room angels are few and far in
between.
Made for fools like me...nothing is as it seems.

She is the kind of woman that will get your guard down.
You will fall so easy, happy with what you have found..
nothing is as it seems, yes there are many fools like me.

Chorus:

So your  feet take you closer to her
but your heart stops you, best beware,
we have been her before,
never again we swore.
Cause somewhere out there someone is mad at her,
they fell for her charm now their feelings are hurt,
nothing is as it seems.
Plenty of fools like me.
Nothing is as it seems.
The fool would'nt be me.