• Going online, she starts to surf
    Knowing she’s gone past her turf
    She finds a site and starts to chat
    Not really knowing where she’s at
    She meets a guy he seems so kind
    Not knowing what is on his mind
    They talk awhile, he finds her house,
    He decides to come just like a mouse
    She gets off, he pulls up maps
    She alone, takes a nap
    He finds his way, and enters in
    The house is silent this is her sin
    The police came that same day
    To find the girl has passed away.
    (c)