Your are a masterpiece
The one I want to wreck
Your sharp words form a sword;
The same one I'll stab you with.
I want to hurt you,
And take away your joy.
Darling don't you worry;
I'll make it to something you'll enjoy.
If you were a bird,
I would break your wings;
And if you were a teen,
I would get rid of your things.
So don't kiss my neck,
Because I will snap it in two;
And don't you dare to grab my hand,
Because I will break it too.
The one I want to wreck
Your sharp words form a sword;
The same one I'll stab you with.
I want to hurt you,
And take away your joy.
Darling don't you worry;
I'll make it to something you'll enjoy.
If you were a bird,
I would break your wings;
And if you were a teen,
I would get rid of your things.
So don't kiss my neck,
Because I will snap it in two;
And don't you dare to grab my hand,
Because I will break it too.