Your fellah a Stones fan?
Angie, Angie, when will those smells all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With our eyes squeezed closed and our noses in our hands
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in oats
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?