I run with scissors
Is what she said
I bumped into them
As I crawled into bed.

My wrist got cut
On the edge of the wall
I was running too fast
To get the telephone call.

That cat scratched my arm
He doesn't like when I pet his ears
I should really know that
After all, I have owned him for five whole years.

My head just slipped into a noose
I swear I didn't see the rope
Alright...I have a secret to tell you
I just couldn't cope.

I run with scissors.