London Morean - Locally Grown Wig Lyrics

She'll possess you and caress you
Right before you feel
The smack of the bat
Right to your face
With style and grace
She'll leave you flat
Lined along the floor
In purple gore
But still, you'll be beggin' for more
She'll snap you like a twig
She's a locally grown wig

With eyes that glow bright white
And stares that turn your soul cold
She'll put on a fit
With her black wing-tips
And she'll let your beatin' heart be sold
And if all goes wrong
She'll smile along
And grab a hold of a knife
And the dark, black blood
Will drip from her mouth
As she takes her own damn life

Kayla, your beauty
It inspires me
You're no demon, girl
Let that smile unfurl