Oh, razorblade, that's what I call loveI bet you'd pick it up and mess around with itIf I put it down, it gets extremely complicatedAnything to forget everythingYou've got to take me out at least once a weekWhether I'm in your arms or I'm at your feetI know exactly what you're thinkingYou won't say it now but in your heart it's like"Oh no, my feelings are more important than yoursOh, drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry, let it go"Oh, the razorblade, wish it would snap this ropeThe world is in your hands or it's at your throatAt times it's not that complicatedAnything to forget everythingHe would never talk but he was not shyShe was a street smart girl but she could not lieThey were perfect for each other, say it nowCause in your heart it's loudOh no, my feelings are more important than yoursOh, drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry, heySweetheart, your feelings are more important of course, of courseEveryone that wanted everything that we would take from themI don't wanna know, I don't wanna know, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell meNo, don't, okay
