?Sitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to her?.?
What to say? [she is so beautiful, she?d never want me]
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
-Back of the room, her face in a book, her skirt riding high on her thigh
Number one student, top of the class, she exists to no one but me?.
What to say? [she is so beautiful, she?d never want me]
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
What to say? [she is so beautiful, she?d never want me]
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
I sometimes notice the bruise on her face, or the swollen lip
And most often I gaze at the cross which hangs between her breasts?.
?So soft and gentle?so beautiful??
I dream of her?.Playing out scenes in my mind?.
I dream of her?.Kissing me gently, caressing?.
I must kill her?.She doesn?t want me, she?ll die?
I must kill her?.She can have no one but me! (Here I come!!)
Venturing into the street?.
I know where she lives?.
I know where her bedroom is?.
I know everything about her?.
She?ll see- I?ll show her
She?ll see- I?ll show her
-Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open, I can see her?
Legs spread, I can hear her moans through the window?.
?But there?s something wrong,? ?.she gazes at a picture of Jesus?.
Watching her in that room, I am in love with her?.