Cut It Out - Colours of Bubbles

Don’t be ridiculous

So don’t be funny

No-one believes in love nowadays

The last one who said love is like a flower

Was shot in woods and left to rot

I am no priest, nor am I a poet

I am a man betrayed by her

When you give everything

To have it

Turns out you’ve been tricked once again

Oh, cut it out

You’re making a fool

Out of yourself

How can you say things like that

Oh, cut it out

Love is blind

You’re killing me

You’re killing me

Don’t get me wrong

Don’t get me wrong

All I want to say — it is not your fault

Take a few days off

And go with your dog to a countryside

To get away from life

‘Cause love is like a drug

Love is and it’s not

At the same time poisoning your mind

Learn from mistakes

Learn from mistakes

Even though it’s hard

To admit you are not right

Oh, cut it out

You’re making a fool

Out of yourself

How can you say things like that

Oh, cut it out

Love is blind

You’re killing me

You’re killing me

Oh!

Oh, cut it out

You’re making a fool

Out of yourself

How can you say things like that

Oh, cut it out

Love is blind

You’re killing me

You’re killing me-e

Oh, cut it out

You’re making a fool

Out of yourself

How can you say things like that

Oh, cut it out

Love is blind

You’re killing me

You’re killing me