Angelina

Oh Angelina, oh Angelina

Aren't we lucky to live in this odd little world?

Aren't we lucky to walk in this funeral line?

And if we marry, I'll kiss every tear from her eyes

If we marry

I'll love every word from her lovely young mouth

And we'll drive past

The violent blooms of the opulent south

We walked past the cathedrals

And the lampposts are humming

And I told her that though I can't bend back the barbs of these wires

Aren't we lucky to live in this world full of flowers?

And I told her how you'd sing for your life as a child

And I showed her azaleas and flowers you pulled wild

And I told her how lucky was all that I ever have been

And will you marry me, Kimberly Anne?