My friends are witches
They have black hats, to match their cats
They say I don’t quite fit in
Because of pink lace
They have black hats, to match their cats
I, however, am in love
Because of pink lace
The rest wear black to conceal their faith
I, however, am in love
Jumped the bridge and fell into your cold frame
The rest wear black to conceal their faith
You wear nothing as long as you remain
The pink lace dipped in dementia
They say I don’t quite fit in
I’ll forevermore pursue for you
My friends are witches
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
My friends are witches
They have black hats, to match their cats
They say I don’t quite fit in
Because of pink lace
They have black hats, to match their cats
I, however, am in love
Because of pink lace
The rest wear black to conceal their faith
I, however, am in love
Jumped the bridge and fell into your cold frame
The rest wear black to conceal their faith
You wear nothing as long as you remain
The pink lace dipped in dementia
They say I don’t quite fit in
I’ll forevermore pursue for you
My friends are witches
