Grace Has A Gun - Katie Pruitt

Boy, you’d better start runnin'

'Cause Grace has a gun

She’s not foolin' around, she don’t keep it for fun

Make sure you approach her

With a bulletproof vest

'Cause when you piss her off, she’ll aim right for your chest

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

And when she laughs it off

She plays it cool

Don’t believe in her, brother, she’ll make you her fool

And, damn, you can love her

Above any other on earth

But, boy, that won’t fix her, you’ll just make it worse

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

And I’m warnin' you, don’t get too close

She’s a time bomb that’s tickin' until she explodes

And she’s haunting the halls of your head like a ghost

Even still, that won’t change how you feel, I suppose

Oh-oh

She don’t believe in a heaven

Just a body and soul

And she thinks the scars on her arms mean that she’s in control

You thought you could convince her

That it’s all in her head

'Til you come home one night and the wall’s painted red

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Whoa-woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Boy, you’d better start runnin'

'Cause Grace has a gun

And she don’t even care about the damage she’s done