When you use that knife to make a smile on my mouth
That's cool, baby
When you act like a murderer when try to make joke for me
That's best, sweety
When you said that my tears and my wound show how delightful i am
You never be wrong
Cause you're my boy
And my boy never do bad things
And my boy always do the right things
If anyone call you freak and bad
It must be me to be blame
Just me
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