Ah los clásicos… Strokes – RazorBlade

Oh, the razorblade, that’s what I call love,

I bet you’d pick it up and mess around with it

If I put it down

It gets extremely complicated.

Anything to forget everything.

You’ve got to take me out,

At least once a week

Whether I’m in your arms,

Or I’m at your feet.

I know exactly what you’re thinking

You won’t say it now

But in your heart it’s loud

Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours.

Oh, drop dead, I don’t care, I won’t worry.

Let it go.

Oh, the razor blade,

Wish it would snap this rope

The world is in your hands

Or it’s at your throat

At times it’s not that complicated

Anything to forget everything.

He would never talk,

But he was not shy

She was a street-smart girl,

But she could not lie

They were perfect for each other

Say it now

‘Cause in your heart it’s loud

Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours

Oh, drop dead, I don’t care, I won’t worry

Hey!

Sweetheart, your feelings are more important of course

Of course

Everyone that wanted

Everything that we would take from them

I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me

No, don’t.

Okay