“Sitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to herâ€?â€?BR>
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…â€?BR>
I dream of her�Playing out scenes in my mind�
I dream of her�Kissing me gently, caressing�
I must kill herâ€?She doesn’t want me, she’ll dieâ€?BR> I must kill herâ€?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�BR> Legs spread, I can hear her moans through the window�

“But there' something wrong,â€?â€?she gazes at a picture of Jesusâ€?
Watching her in that room, I am in love with her�