So save your scissors
Someone elses skin
My surface is so tough
I don't think the blade will dig in
Save your strength
Save your wasted time
There's no way that I want you to be left behind
Go on save your scissors
Save your scissors
So why does it always seem
That every time I turn around
Sombody falls in love with me
This has never been my soul intention
And I have never claimed to have pates on such inventions
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