"Angelina" You're starin' through the screen door At the storm clouds forming over Pontchartrain But I know ya better baby Your black mood ain't comin' from the rain You been talkin' to your confidant And it shore ain't about no hurricane Well, I know you got some next of kin You tore it up all over New Orleans Now my ring's around your middle finger Girl, I know exactly what that means I'll bet they're buyin' what you're sellin' On the dark side of that street called Magazine (Chorus) Oh my Angelina Girl, what you tryin' to prove Ya got a heart full of lonely And a mind that's so confused Oh my Angelina The highway's got a hook in you Tonight it might be Mobile And tomorrow Baton Rouge Instrumental break Repeat Chorus Tag Copyright Brooks Bros Publishers/Nance Sis Music NMG Digital All rights reserved