Curses on Purses

Dust off the old paperback
Pick out the finest detail
Her hair
Her hands
The way she understands
Her power

Pixie faced and white clothed hands
A parasol to shade her
Corset bound and never a frown
The way man created

Oh no! a revolution

Born again, as ten thousand men
And I'm falling behind
Feel the weight
Of modern hate
With each tiny step

Oh no! a revolution

Curses on purses of featherweight
There's something on you I should hate

Oh no! a revolution



Credits
Writer(s): Amanda Kapousouz
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