Luyện nghe bài hát Papercut Kisses

Sally's of paper and string,
a perfect, patchwork plaything.
I my knife into her sometimes, just to hear her scream.
And it might look like she's
But I know it just means she me.
Cause sometimes, her tears,
I can see her smile.
Snip, snip, snip, shiny scissors,
Glinting so bright on her white neck.
Slitting my lips papercut kisses,
Wrenching my as I cut through her flesh.
And every time that I look her eyes,
I can't resist, kiss her face, grab a of paradise.
And I'll break and break all that's pretty fades away.
She's a colorless of me.
I look at her all that I can see,
Is so much better,
Is something so better than me.
She's a paper white confection, two perfection.
She's as pure as I never be.
She's a of aching beauty.
She's a perfect audience of one, smiles as she comes undone.
Pretty, pretty dolly, wanna cut into her body....