.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 bushe.
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