Dust off the old paperback
Pick out the finest detail
Her hair
Her hands
The way she understands
Her power
Pixie faced and white clothed hands
A parasol to shade her
Corset bound and never a frown
The way man created
Oh no! a revolution
Born again, as ten thousand men
And I'm falling behind
Feel the weight
Of modern hate
With each tiny step
Oh no! a revolution
Curses on purses of featherweight
There's something on you I should hate
Oh no! a revolution
Tin Cup Prophette - Curses on Purses Lyrics
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Dust off the old paperback
Pick out the finest detail
Her hair
Her hands
The way she understands
Her power
Pixie faced and white clothed hands
A parasol to shade her
Corset bound and never a frown
The way man created
Oh no! a revolution
Born again, as ten thousand men
And I'm falling behind
Feel the weight
Of modern hate
With each tiny step
Oh no! a revolution
Curses on purses of featherweight
There's something on you I should hate
Oh no! a revolution
Pick out the finest detail
Her hair
Her hands
The way she understands
Her power
Pixie faced and white clothed hands
A parasol to shade her
Corset bound and never a frown
The way man created
Oh no! a revolution
Born again, as ten thousand men
And I'm falling behind
Feel the weight
Of modern hate
With each tiny step
Oh no! a revolution
Curses on purses of featherweight
There's something on you I should hate
Oh no! a revolution
Writer: Amanda Kapousouz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid