words and music by Pat Malloy
copyright 2002 bQuiet Music

The last time I saw her face
We danced to a mariachi band
Her red dress was blowing
Her black hair was flowing in the wind
I asked "Angelina do you ever think of tomorrow?"
She said "Don't worry about me I've been destiny's child for a while."

The first time I held her hand, we walked through the city
The danger around us fell into the darkness completely
Oh Angelina, I want to walk with you forever
When you are near, everything's clear for awhile

I fell in love
A love that I'd never own
It's hard to be anything walking alone

As the years travel by
I remember
The red dress, the black hair, the smell of the festival air
Oh Angelina, your memory is fading gently
Your smile and your face, the touch of your hand in the city

Oh Angelina, oh Angelina