Oh, I see her face everywhere I go
On the street and even at the picture show
Have you seen her?
Tell me, have you seen her?
Sounds like somebody's haunted by a guilty conscience. Later in the song ...
As another day comes to an end
I'm lookin' for a letter or somethin'
Anything that she would send
With all the people I know
I'm still a lonely man
You know, it's funny
I thought I had her in the palm of my hand
You did have her in the palm of your hand—her neck, anyway, which you proceeded to squeeze until she was dead, psychopath!
Even creepier, the protagonist likes to visit a nearby park:
I have a seat on the same old bench
To watch the children play
You know, tomorrow is their future
But for me, just another day
They all gather around me
They seem to know my name
We laugh, tell a few jokes
But it still doesn't ease my pain
Even if you didn't know his name, kids, you should've reported him to the police before now. Because if you're a little girl the answer to the question "Have you seen her?" might soon be "Yes, but only on this milk carton."
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