I got the razor at my wrist. 'cause I can't resist. I've got this fever burnin' fist. That does as I wish. But when I get downtown. And see what's around.
I got the razor at my wrist. 'cause I can't resist. I've got this fever burnin' fist. That does as I wish. But when I get downtown. And see what's around.
From day one I could not comprehend. Was it us, was it me, or was it them?. Friends will come and go as it seems. And now I have no shoulder on which to lean.