(Small town witch come to mess me up.. yeah)
See black, se eblue
I die on an impulse over you
Caught like a corpse crawling round a dream and loving you
And she hangs on you
Crushing any feet to fit the shoes
Stepping it out with a size 12 mouth and cursing you
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up again
And she holds as she grazed, bitching with a bottle and saving face
Blowing it out as the jury's doubt is laid to waste
I see black, see blue
I'm choked up on a heartburn, bleeding too
How does it feel when the ones that feed are biting you
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up again
Writer(s): Liam Coverdale-howe, Chris Corner, Ian Pickering
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