I am the Boltcutter Man, and I destroy love.
Couples come to the bridge, stick a padlock on the rail and drop the key.
A splosh, and young love is symbolised unbreakable.
Until Muggins here comes along with his boltcutters. Sorry, kids. That’s city ordinance.
I cut through my own. Me and Michelle.
I found another, with her name and some lucky guy called Rob. I left it. See, I still kinda love the girl. I want her happy, even if not with me.
It’s not much, but something only I can give her. Because I am the Boltcutter Man.
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