My OperaSaturday, December 3, 2011 11:06:37 AM
With a heart of gold, and a look so nice,
I met a girl who had angel eyes.
Her smile so precious like a jewel on a crown,
And her eyes so deep, in which many have drowned.
She looks so pure as the morning dew,
As the one’s blessed with her charm, in the world are few.
For once in life my hands you hold,
Trust me, we’ll overcome any odd, may how bold.
I met a girl who had angel eyes.
Her smile so precious like a jewel on a crown,
And her eyes so deep, in which many have drowned.
She looks so pure as the morning dew,
As the one’s blessed with her charm, in the world are few.
For once in life my hands you hold,
Trust me, we’ll overcome any odd, may how bold.
