Drop. Drop. Drop.
oh your touch on my skin,
your body so slender and thin.
just one scratch,
and i want more,
just one night,
and the next day i'm all sore.
I know its wrong,
but i cant help think about you more and more.
you're a sick addiction,
and i just cant stop,
all over the floor,
drop. drop. drop.
i want more,
drop. drop. drop.
since ive been with you,
i cant rememer the last time i cried,
oh pretty little razor blade,
wont you be my bride?
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