I have a little knife, hidden in my drawer
My mother gave it to me, when I was very small
She showed me how to keep it, sheathed, shiny and sharp
And use it when I needed most - when men would know my heart
I learned to keep it hidden and safe from those who know
How to use a little knife, to make their sweet man grow
I learned to be so careful, because the knife can make you bleed
And use it when I needed most and not to show my greed
As time went on it seemed, the lessons did contradict
And I saw her green eyes flash, each time the blade was flicked
I saw the droplets in the sink, the bloodstains seemed so wrong
But still I took the knife from her - the feelings were so strong
If you have a little knife, that your mother gave to you
Grind the blade away and bury the handle too
I thought I learned her lesson and I could understand
But every time I caress him, the blade is in my hand
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