there aint a woman that comes close 2u

I couldnt sleep the other night because ANGIE was playing in my head over and over. I could hear every part just as clearly as if the song had been playing from speakers in the room. I laid there trying 2 determine who the piano player was. The piano sounded extra-beautiful, like if u were tripping, u would think there was maybe a deep meaning to it, or some hidden secret message that could heal the world.