The Go-Go's. Blades. Zeneszám

I'm feeling artistic, I'm drawing lines
My body is my canvas, I'm making marks in time
Feel the coldness, feel nothing inside
Caress the smoothness and watch it slide

Uh-oh, here I go, playing with blades
Again and again, uh-oh, here I go
Playing with blades
Again and again, and again, and again

No one seems to notice that I don't seem to care
It's my decision, my own life and I don't intend to share
It's not a question of sanity or reaction to something said
No desire to be analyzed for fascination with red

Uh-oh, here I go, playing with blades
Again and again, uh-oh, here I go
Playing with blades
Again and again, and again, and again

Uh-oh, here I go, playing with blades
Again and again, uh-oh, here I go
Playing with blades
Again and again, and again
And again, and again, and again