| What to say?
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| Who is she?
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| -Back of the room, her face in a book, her skirt riding high on her thigh
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| Number one student, top of the class, she exists to no one but meЂ¦.
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| What to say?
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| Who is she?
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| What to say?
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| Who is she?
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| I sometimes notice the bruise on her face, or the swollen lip
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| And most often I gaze at the cross which hangs between her breastsЂ¦.
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| Ђ?So soft and gentleЂ¦so beautifulЂ¦Ђќ
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| I dream of herЂ¦.Playing out scenes in my mindЂ¦.
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| I dream of herЂ¦.Kissing me gently, caressingЂ¦.
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| I must kill herЂ¦.She doesn’t want me, she’ll dieЂ¦
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| I must kill herЂ¦.She can have no one but me! |
| (Here I come!!)
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| Venturing into the streetЂ¦.
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| I know where she livesЂ¦.
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| I know where her bedroom isЂ¦.
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| I know everything about herЂ¦.
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| She’ll see- I’ll show her
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| She’ll see- I’ll show her
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| -Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open, I can see herЂ¦
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| Legs spread, I can hear her moans through the windowЂ¦.
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| ЂњBut there’s something wrong,Ђќ Ђ¦.she gazes at a picture of JesusЂ¦.
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| Watching her in that room, I am in love with herЂ¦. |