Her Argentine fam
Fled the dirty war
Escaped with no harm
Not knowing what’s in store
A new home for this teen
With the eyes of Angeline
Far from Buenos Aires
They made a life in LA
Found adversaries
Even made a record label
Yet steeped in Argentine
For the eyes of Angeline
Angeline had no fit
A non-mexican latin
Painted as snooty bitch
And cheered Argentine
Mysteries unforeseen
In the eyes of Angeline
Her jet black flowing hair
Draping a blouse of sheen
Young men would turn to see
A heart bursting at the seams
Beauty decked in blue jeans
With the eyes of Angeline
As they turned into Gringas
once a month they reached
telling tales of guerrillas
feasting upon gnocchi
An American dream
Through the eyes of Angeline.
By Dave Schipper (c) 2022 Rose Riversongs
Inspired by the playlist at : Dave's Basement Tracks. #27 Angeline
With a story line credit from : NBC Story on Sasha Pisterman.
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