thats my angie

ive died in your dear wifes eyes tell me i never loved her hurt after the dancings done ive died in your dear wifes eyes and theyve been taken away tell me i never loved an angel hurt after the dancings done thugger enter the idiom corner unpainted, love irish b, low, c nuttin craned, exam, deliver the news leave all these younga brohtas bent kneckin on a fence weezers the boy's in t.o. puttin on advisors saw you a step out ob gy n you thoughts why you catchin trash yo mama radio no latch free rides for too strong mama and daddy silly idols al dented the news racks elbows up