Razorblade

Oh, the razorblade, that's what I call love, I bet you'd pick it up and mess around with it If I put it down It gets extremely complicated. Anything to forget everything.You've got to take me out, At least once a week Whether I'm in your arms, Or I'm at your feet. I know exactly what you're thinking You won't say it now But in your heart it's loudOh no, my feelings are more important than yours. Oh, drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry