One cut, Two cuts,

Three cuts, Four,

C'mon honey,

Whats one more?

Five cuts, Six cuts,

Seven cuts, Eight,

Want some dinner?

"I already ate".

Nine cuts, Ten cuts,

Eleven cuts, Tweleve,

She slices her skin,

With the blade on her shelves.

Thirteen, Fourteen,

Fifteen, Oh Dear!

Is that a cut,

Behind her ear?

Sixteen, Seventeen,

Eighteen, Nineteen,

Looks like she's,

Become the queen..

Twenty, Twenty-one,

Now it seems she's lost all hope,

And that was the night,

She hung her rope..