so go on and i will refrain
and i'll keep on running this never ending race
and maybe next time, will be the right time
and maybe next time, will be your time
(chorus)
so save your scissors for someone elses skin
my surface is so tough i don't think the blade will dig in
save your strength,
save your wasted time
theres no way that i want you to be, left behind
go on and save your scissors
save your scissors
so why does it always seem
that every time i turn around, somebody falls in love with me?
this has never been my soul intention
and i have never claimed to have pattens on such inventions
(chorus)
there is something that i must confess, to you tonight
to you tonight
and that is i expect nothing less, from you tonight
from you tonight
go on and save your scissors
save your scissors