Its funny how fate bought us together
In a way that happens...

My angel
Speak to me, my angel...

Hes a guy that I trust
hes the one I miss too much...

Im so sorry
That it was too late...

Racism is discrimintation,
discrimination...

Stuff that boy,
stuff his charms...

Eyes so deep,
claws so strong...

With the feeling of your arms,
I know no one will do me any harm...

Weve had our problems
Our difficulties...

I take the knife
I take it now...

I never thought i could trust another guy
i thought i was going to live a lonely life...