a little song i wrote


go ahead, make a pass at her. her nickname is central texas massacre. she'll put your heart in sight, what a great aim she can be. her knife work an artform, her blades sharp as diamonds. she'll let you drain slow then bury you in the highlands. lakes surround her town. you better pray the rain doesnt come down and flood her evidence away. as a ghost im telling you, this time she must pay