Don’t touch the fire It’s only there to make you feel warm Don’t touch the fan It’ll cut your hands off and Call it an accident Don’t touch the girl She’s only there to make you feel warm Don’t touch the girl She will cut your hands off and Call it an accident But I know the truth... Why drink pesticides When you could drink water from a well Don’t kiss the girl She will make you fail and Call it an accident But it’s no accident what you did...