Prison Purse

Need a shot, call the nurse, give me energy
You'll be the death of me
Throwing dirt, burnt flowers on your hearse
No crying in the cemetery

You ripped my dress, now you're getting too close
Don't call me cute, I'm volatile
S-summoned Satan in a Sunday suit
That's what you get, I'm volatile

Lock you up in my prison purse, now karma's coming for you
Lock you up in my prison purse and everything that you do
Well karma's coming for you like a Kamikaze
And everything that you do, you'll be haunted by me
Lock you up in my prison purse, my prison purse, yeah!

Spin the wheel
Cautious I might cast a curse
Made a new enemy
Twist your words, bet it's bitter in reverse

You ripped my dress, now you're getting too close
Don't call me cute, I'm volatile
S-summoned Satan in a Sunday suit
That's what you get, I'm volatile

Lock you up in my prison purse, now karma's coming for you
Lock you up in my prison purse and everything that you do
Well karma's coming for you like a Kamikaze
And everything that you do, you'll be haunted by me
Lock you up in my prison purse, my prison purse, yeah!

(Prison purse)
Lock you up
Lock you up
(Don't rip my dress, you're getting too close) lock you up
(Don't call me cute) lock you up
Lock you up
Lock you up
Lock you up
Lock you up

Lock you up in my prison purse, now karma's coming for you
Lock you up in my prison purse and everything that you do
Well karma's coming for you like a Kamikaze
And everything that you do, you'll be haunted by me
Lock you up in my prison purse, my prison purse

Lock you up in my prison purse, now karma's coming for you
Lock you up in my prison purse an everything that you do
Well karma's coming for you like a Kamikaze
And everything that you do, you'll be haunted by me
Lock you up in my prison purse, my prison purse, yeah!



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas William Thomas Schneider, Anna Linnea Lagerqvist, Olivia Charlotte Brooking, Oliver Rhys Burden
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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