Kristiana She Don`t Know I Exist

<br>not long ago in my high school days i watched a girl from so far away but<br>everytime she passed me by i turned my head away and quietly sighed. and when<br>she walked by her hair would dance a secret tango that only i could understand<br>and if she asked me for the time of day i`d look her in the eyes and quietly<br>say: kristina. kristina. do you have any clue who i am? (hell no) so listen up<br>because i`ll tell you once and i`ll explain myself the best that i can.<br>kristina. kristina. you don`t know me so i`ll have to persist. i`m kind of shy<br>so don`t wonder why kristina she don`t know i exist. from class to class i<br>followed her but i swore i`d leave her undisturbed and if she ever stopped and<br>turned around i got so nervous and i stared at the ground. and then one day in<br>photography i found a contact print that i could not believe and there she was<br>staring back at me so i took her home so quietly. 1/17/98 it`s been a day that<br>i`ve come to hate as i walked into the video store there she stood as my jaw<br>fell to the floor. tapping her toe waiting in line with a movie and another<br>guy. why did i bother why did i care about this girl named kristina? kristina.<br>kristina. you`ll never get to know who i am (your loss) this is good-bye so<br>please don`t cry and i`ll let you down as softly as i can. kristina. kristina.<br>another name to cross off my list. in another life it could have been nice but<br>kristina she won`t know what she missed