Edward

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

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

Cut, cut, cut

Oh, I cut my face

Cut, cut, cut

I can hurt my friends