"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...