The youngest was the m ost loved
The youngest was the sh ielded
We kept him from the w orld's glare
And he turned into a k iller
Retroussé n ose
T urned up and misch ievous
Forget-me-n ot eyes
that cr ied if we ever l eft his side
There is n o such th ing in life as n ormal
There is n o such th ing in life as n ormal
The youngest was the m ost loved
The youngest was the ch erub
A small boy from a p oor house
Who turned into a k iller
A blush, it r ose
If he had to s ay ‘hello'
A lop-sid ed grin
Str ained to keep the sh yness in
There is n o such th ing in life as n ormal
There is n o such th ing in life as n ormal
The youngest was the m ost loved
The youngest was the ch erub
The luck was all bef ore him
With a lovely wife bes ide him
The youngest was the m ost loved
The youngest was the ch erub
We kept him from the w orld's glare
And he turned into a k iller
There is n o such th ing in life as n ormal
There is n o such th ing in life as n ormal.