Maybe - One In A Million

She is on my mind

she’s ten feet high

and dressed in black

she is singing ryhmes

of a dying kind

and dressed in black

she is on the run

like a loaded gun

and dressed in black

she loves to hate

when she’s on her way

and dressed in black

she will never love again

no way

she will never love again

no way

everything she does

seems like she’s trying

to hide away the tears

she’s crying

I walk on by

and in my head I feel her pain

she dead

In black