The Youngest was the Most Loved
The youngest was the most lovedThe youngest was the shieldedWe kept him from the world's glareAnd he turned into a killer
Retroussé noseTurned up and mischievousForget-me-not eyesthat cried if we ever left his side
There is no such thing in life as normalThere is no such thing in life as normal
The youngest was the most lovedThe youngest was the cherubA small boy from a poor houseWho turned into a killer
A blush, it roseIf he had to say 'hello'A lop-sided grinStrained to keep the shyness in
There is no such thing in life as normalThere is no such thing in life as normal
The youngest was the most lovedThe youngest was the cherubThe luck was all before himWith a lovely wife beside him
The youngest was the most lovedThe youngest was the cherubWe kept him from the world's glareAnd he turned into a killer
There is no such thing in life as normalThere is no such thing in life as normal