LETRA
Scissor, paper, rock If you're seeking repair, For figure eights in the ice in your stare, Seven stories we're climbing tonight, So if you're angry about the fact that it's red, I'll surrender, I'll change it to white Sneaking looks at you sleeping around, At you grass stained and runk on the ground So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again. So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again. So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again.