Song | She Never Noticed Me |
Artist | Vehemence |
Album | God Was Created |
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“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…. |
" 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. |
" 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. |