Do You Love - Final Fantasy

This kitchen has a king!

This hand, this hand is a cunning little bugger

With a habit of turning every A into a B

Unless it’s put to work

There’s a twitch twitch twitch, there’s a rash, there’s an itch

For a job, for a magic job, and a magic diet and exercise plan

There are things I cannot do

I cannot not not turn a skinny little shit

Into a winsome Brit who spent his youth in honest pleasure

For all my wily ways

I cannot not not turn back into the boy

It’s a tearful day when a boy must learn his limitations

Take a look at this brochure:

Inject, inject, strip away, peel away

The scars of self abuse with a couple of hours in a private clinic

What have I left in life?

The knife!

The knife!

This knife!

This knife!

Every inch, every inch of me will come to know its magic!