Angeliou oh Angeliou. Oh oh Angeliou Angeliou. Oh Angeliou oh Angeliou oh my Angeliou. In the month of May. In the month of May. In the city of Paris. In the month of May. In the month of May. In the city of Paris. And I heard the bells ringing and I heard the bells ringing. In the month of May. In the city of Paris and I called out your name. In the month of May. In the city of Paris. In the month of May. In the city of Paris. Oh oh Angeliou oh Angeliou oh oh Angeliou oh my Angeliou. Walkin' on a city street who would think you could ever be touched. By a total stranger not me. But when you came up to me that day and I listened to your story. It reminded me so much of myself. It wasn't what you said but the way it felt to me. About a search and a journey just like mine. Will you be my baby. Will you be my baby now. Will you be my baby. Will you be my baby now. Angeliou oh Angeliou. Angeliou oh Angeliou. Yes I will yes I will yes I will. After she told all these things to me I said I got a story too. It goes something like this.