Edward 歌词

Cut cut cut Oh, I cut my face Cut cut cut I can hurt my friends And it's not because I'm mad Or some kind of maniac I just have no hands I have blades instead A fashionable hair-cut A clipping for your dog I'll make funny figures Out of bushes in your yard Cut cut cut Oh, I cut my face Cut cut cut I can hurt my friends Can't hold you, baby If I only had a chance To touch your face Without shedding blood Don't be suspicious of me You know all the truth Keep in your heart Remembrance of Edward