I feel your touch I can hear your voice Can't you release me Your love has got a hold on me You came into my life I thought you were the one for me Can
Hook Nena tu piel es tan sensual, Que no dejo de imaginar Poder besarla sin parar, Siento que me vas a quemar Es tu manera de bailar, Es tu forma de caminar
It's just like heaven,Being with you, You're like an angel, Too good to be true. But after all,I love you,I do. Angel baby, My angel baby. When you are
Every day at 5 am If you're down or in a mess Get off on Angelina When you're stayed up far too late Fallen through the door in a state Call her at
Tu y yo y solo un corazon Que late por los dos Que puede fallar Cobarde y cruel El amanecer Cielo gris Sin tu piel Si no estas Olvida todo al bailar
(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield) I've known some ladies That made me happy In so many different ways Like sweet Conchita And Isabella Back in my travelling
Well, it's always been my nature To take chances My right hand drawing back While my left hand advances Where the current is strong And the monkey dances
Farewell Angelina the bells on the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles, the music plays slow But farewell
She is a pretty little cajan queen she's a smilin and a winking she a knowing what he's thinking.
I don't wanna do you no harm But sometimes I feel the weight of the world It's so heavy and it's bringing me down And I need you, I need you, girl Come
(Knut Koppang) Angelina, why did you have to go It's hard enough alone, well you should know The scars you never showed me Your eyes that turned away
Angelina, though your eyes have been closed all your life Angelina, let my love be their light Though I'm a painter you can't see my pictures But you
Always knew it, I'd recognize your face And I rehearsed it, just what I would say But then I say you and all that I could do Was just smile In your
Clatter -- the milkman at my doorstep, bustle -- my neighbour at her tea; In all the world no one's so glad to see the sun as me. Angeline is always Friday
Angel, my angel, Angelina Heaven must be wonderin' where you are Mornin' finds me prayin', "Please let me keep her" Each night finds me wishin' on the
From the Album: * On the double Angelina, why are you lying there and not playing with your blond curling hair I hear no music, I see no light I even
Farewell Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle, tingles And the trumpets play slow Farewell
Angelina, baby, won't you please come home Angelina, baby, won't you please come home You know my heart is aching and all my dreams have gone Well, now