Papercut Kisses

Sally's made of paper and string,

She's a perfect, patchwork plaything.

I stick my knife into her sometimes, just to hear her scream.

And it might look like she's hurting

But I know it just means she loves me.

Cause sometimes, through her tears,

I can see her smile.

Snip, snip, snip, shiny black scissors,

Glinting so bright on her milk white neck.

Slitting my lips with papercut kisses,

Wrenching my heart as I cut through her flesh.

And every time that I look into her eyes,

I can't resist, kiss her face, grab a fistfull of paradise.

And I'll break and break till all that's pretty fades away.

She's a colorless reflection of me.

When I look at her all that I can see,

Is something so much better,

Is something so much better than me.

She's a paper white confection, two dimensional perfection.

She's as pure as I could never be.

She's a thing of aching beauty.

She's a perfect audience of one, smiles even as she comes undone.

Pretty, pretty paper dolly, wanna cut into her body....