My friend had a knife
She didn't use it right
Knives are for cutting food
She used it for her mood
Knives are to open Mail
She used it to wail
Knives aren't  meant
On the skin
The beautiful skin on each of us
My friend HAD a knife
She didn't use it right

I can't hold it anymore
It's all I got in me
I'm 'bout to hit the floor
For all the joy people give me
I try to spread my joy
To other people I see
It's like getting a Christmas toy
When people are as happy as me