WHAT IS SHE ... TO YOU ? What is she to you , just a pretty face ? Something to pass the time , in this God forsaken place Do you think of her , when I'm out of view ? Am I a welcomed luxury , or just a body that will do ? Do you look forward to time , with me away giggling as I plan , but is something you just say ? Do you know when I lay , in our bed each night it's in your arms I dream , that are wrapped around me tight ? I'm afraid these dreams are shared , by she and I , of you And really nightmares of our reality , coming , shinning thru Does she suspect , or will like me she learn passions blazed this hot, leave one stood on bridges to burn