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