Pick the scissor
and cut shapes.
Triangles and
Paper flakes.

Run your mind.
Run your heart.
Let fun flow.
Love your art.

The brown paper
sings a song.
Move the scissor.
Hey, sing along.

Make a heart.
And Teddy bear.
Make'em for me.
Anything oh dear.

I love watching
you having fun;
holding the scissor;
letting it run.

The paper's over.
Here, cut my skin.
Love you so much.
Darling, keep cutting.

That's red of course.
But that ain't blood.
Keep cutting shapes.
I'm anyways dead.