Switchblade, Switchblade, my lovely friend.
I held you so close we two till the bitter end.
One pierce, one cut was one was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
Pen knife, pen knife – c'mon All, cheer!
For the words we sing conjures tears.
One word. A mutter with such restrain.
For me, my love, scribe me your pain?
Stiletto, my stiletto!
Will I, may I? See you again tomorrow?
One on one – We two in your room.
For we need not be bride or groom.
One pierce, one cut was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
My blood.
My blood.
My blood.