Cut A Smile

I beg for nails, and then you sigh

"When I approach you step aside"

Iâm coming through, I´ll be your sin

I´ll be your weight inside, within

I am trying to smile as I give you a kiss

but you´re holding your hand in the way

I am starting to age, I´m starting to shake

and I will never be the same again

I perform inside your mouth

Am I clean? There is a doubt

I am disease, you are the sick

In terms of filth somewhere I fit

I want to believe that you tell me a lie

when you say I´m the best you have had

So cut me again, I will do as you please

but I will never be the same again