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