Sissy Pocketbook

I love it when her face is all scrunched up
Little Sissy Pocketbook - fucked up
She drinks from the bottle she drinks from the cup
Little Sissy Pocketbook fucked up
Little Sissy Pocketbook

Her mother keeps a gun in the glove box
Little Sissy Pocketbook - picks locks
Twelve in the clip and one in the hole
Little Sissy Pocketbook control
Little Sissy Pocketbook

Little drop of blood on her forehead
She feels someone's hand and she's in bed
She pushes him off and pulls out the gun
Little Sissy Pocketbook undone
Little Sissy Pocketbook

She's in her underwear
He's in the crosshairs
He begs forgiveness
She doesn't seem to care
She takes a deep breath
She closes one eye
Just pull the trigger and this ends now

She takes one step and then she stops cold
The cell phone he's holding has a bullet hole
Go share that shit with all of your friends
Little Sissy Pocketbook dead ends
Little Sissy Pocketbook



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Demcak
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