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 |