Pretty little thing...
She held all the magic,
that's so hard to believe...
Never too far away... It's hard to conceive...
Never thought she'd have to go.
Never thought she'd leave.
It came like a killer blow,
Funny, isn't it?
That a little girl can make the world seem so small...
Hard to believe, the little girl can seem so tall...
And the thing that he calls love, isn't thick enough? She had to go.
That's the way it goes.
Your love has wings that took her to the things he couldn't give.
She got the kiss of life,
kiss of life.
She's gone where it's so easy to live,
it's so easy to live.
Searching for the scent of content...
Oh, know, it's the killer blow
Get along without me, boy,
Get along without me.
You see things aren't quite what they seem.
Get along without me, why me?
Out of your dreams
I'm no angel, I'm no.
This may come
as a killer blow,