So go on, and I will refrain
and I'll keep on running this never ending race
Maybe next time will be the right time
maube next time will be your time
So save your scissors for someone else's skin
my surface is so tough I don't think the blade will dig in
Save your strength, save your wasted time
there's no way that I want you to be left behind
Go on and svae your scissors
Why does it always seem that everytime I turn around,
somebody falls in love with me?
This has never been my sole intention
and I have never claimed to have patents on such inventions
There is something that I must confess, to you tonight
and that is I expect nothing less from you tonight
