Rolling stones
Lam Mi7
Oh, Angie, oh, Angie,
Sol Fa Do
when will those dark clouds disapear

Angie, Angie,
where will it lead us from here.
With no loving in our souls
Rem Lam Do
and no money in our coats.
Fa Sol
You canít say we're satisfied

But Angie, Angie,
You canít say we never tried.
Angie, youír beatiful,
but ainít it time we said goodbye.
Angie, I still love you,
remember all those nights we cried.