She likes to kill
She does it for the thrill
The darkness in her day
Takes the pain away
All the hate she gives
Is for the boy that lives
For she rides a pale horse
Straddle on by with no remorse
Baby, rest my head upon your chest
For maybe I'm the boy that you're obsessed
She acts like he's above
Searching for his love
He's better off dead
Than playing games in bed
Picture them apart
My head against your heart
He will close the door
But little did he know, here comes the war
Baby, rest my head upon your chest
Maybe I'm the boy that you're obsessed
(Na na na na)
Baby, rest my head upon your chest
For maybe I'm the boy that you're obsessed
Baby, rest my head upon your chest
For maybe I'm the boy that you're obsessed