Don't touch the firenIt's only there to make you feel warmnDon't touch the fannIt'll cut your hands off andnnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnnDon't touch the girlnShe's only there to make you feel warmnDon't touch the girlnShe will cut your hands off andnnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnnBut I know the truthnThe truth is your facenYour face is your facenYour face somewhere is true (?)nnWhy drink pesticidesnWhen you could drink water from a well?nDon't kiss the girlnShe will make you flail andnnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnCall it an accidentnAlright