Those little characters on that little screen
Those little atom bombs she loves to leave at the accident
Hey, who's playing stretcher bearer?
I saw you down there on scene, bet she scared you
How could anyone keep having such a bad run?
It's to her credit that these embarra**ments
Come off smooth and clean
After all, she can cut together anything
'Cause she's honed to razors
She's got a splice on every frame
The trauma's significant and best when on a magnificent stage
Now I don't want to cause a fight
We're all at some disposal when she's at some device
How could anyone keep up with her idea of having fun?
Yeah, it's just as you read
These embarra**ments, these letters on that little screen
Those little messages she has to leave
The little characters I think she's playing with you
'Cause when a star collapses
She knows the rest of the world will rush down to the scene
So roll the credits
We can cut together anything
Watch your edits
Make sure you don't miss anything