Walking down the sidewalk

I take a look around

I see the razor lying there

Waiting, wanting to be found

I slowly bend over

I gently pick it up

I accidentally slice my finger

I'm running outta luck

The guitar slung around my back

My finger bleeding madly

I flip the guitar around to the front

She starts to sing sadly

With Maria singing the song of sorrows

With me barely helping her play

Again I see the razor lying there

So I grab the handle bars

And I ride away...