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