Roxanne doesn't think she's pretty enough

She sits staring up at the sky

Dreams about a life that could be

She throws her diary into the sea



It becomes a very long summer

The careless nights of fantasy are over

When you see her she's white as a ghost

She misses the sun on her face the most



Young love, kiss him goodbye

Young love, don't you cry

Young love, it's no lie

There is love before the day you die



She feels her life has fallen apart 

I tried to tell her the world has a bulletproof heart

Sometimes the past is hard to escape

When the future is bent out of shape





At the church, she knelt to pray

Sweet lord Jesus, give me the strength

She cried his name

She cried his name



Roxanne doesn't think she's pretty enough

She sits staring up at the sky

She wears a cross around her neck

Got the words at her fingertips