œSitting 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¦.

œBut there's something wrong,? ¦.she gazes at a picture of Jesus¦.
Watching her in that room, I am in love with her¦.