It's the frist week of high school and the first thing I see is a strawberry blond staring straight at me. His eyes are like stars, I see them so clear. I think he's an angel, with wings crystal and halo white.

The second week of high school and the first thing I hear, is the strawberry blonde whispering in my ear. His voice is like velvet, it's easy to see, why falling in love with him was the choice for me. He holds me as we kiss, my scarlet lips with his. I think he's angel with wings crystal and halo white.

The third week of school and the first thing I cry is agony limp from the coldness passing by. He told me goodbye I was just a fling. I knew it was too good to be true, he left me for another strawberry blonde. I thought he was an angel, but I guess I was wrong. He was the devil, so beautiful with temptation so strong.