The hope, the faith, the joy, the pride. Everything seemed to coincide. Day and night with Angie. Night and day with Angeline.
Red. Bright red was the colour of her lips. Blue. Light blue was the colour of her eyes. Brown and soft was the colour of her hair. One speaks of heaven and her comes and angel.
It's a whole new world. It's a whole new world. It's a wild world. A dream come true. In her eyes I saw fire. In her eyes I saw flames in her eyes I saw desire. In the eyes. The eyes of my flame. Who would have thought it would all come my way?
The things we did. The things we tried. They all seemed to coincide. Coincide. They all seemed to coincide. Coincide. Day and night with Angie. Day and night with Angeline.
