I was just walkin’ down the street    I wasn’t out there lookin’ for love    But she had the most beautiful smile    An angel who fell from above       She had the deepest, bluest eyes    When she was made they broke the mold    But there’s only one problem    She’s only seven years old       I brought her flowers everyday    On the playground during lunch    All her friends thought I was weird    And her parents had a hunch       They thought something was wrong with me    No one thought that it was alright    But that’s only because    She’s seven and I’m thirty-five       They call me a pedophile, but it doesn’t bother me    Because I will always know that this love was meant to be       Eventually the cops were called    They were informed about my ways    But I never tried to kiss her    Or even touch her in that way       Her parents were so glad    To know that I’d be gone    I took one last look at her    And then I felt the cuffs go on