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Ouija Board
by Trey Christie
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Your best friend playin' w the ouija board
I cannot trust her, no more
She's a witch, so
Her fingertips, cold
How dare you step in this house
It's midnight, i'm in my bed
Hear voices screamin, screamin'
Paranoid, tarot cards she read
Don't listen to those demons
Aye shes from the 1800s
She liquor'd me up, 1800
Aye why you not drinkin these spirits
Cause honey i'm draining your spirit
I see red flags don't come close
Without the sage and palo santo
The devil's knockin' at the front door
Hmm mhmm
Your best friend playin' w the ouija board
I cannot trust her, no more
She's a witch, so
Her fingertips, cold
How dare you step in this house
Don't need yr black magic, no
Crows follow home, where she goes
Hair jet black, clothes black, black cat
Her heart's a ghost town
The way she rides a broom
The way she clears a room
She's heading towards the moon
Afraid she'll be back soon
Your best friend playin' w the ouija board
I cannot trust her, no more
She's a witch, so
Her fingertips, cold
How dare you step in this house
Your best friend playin' w the ouija board
I cannot trust her, no more
She's a witch, so
Her fingertips, cold
How dare you step in this house
Your best friend playin' w the ouija board
I cannot trust her, no more
She's a witch, so
Her fingertips, cold
How dare you step in this house
It's midnight, i'm in my bed
Hear voices screamin, screamin'
Paranoid, tarot cards she read
Don't listen to those demons
Aye shes from the 1800s
She liquor'd me up, 1800
Aye why you not drinkin these spirits
Cause honey i'm draining your spirit
I see red flags don't come close
Without the sage and palo santo
The devil's knockin' at the front door
Hmm mhmm
Your best friend playin' w the ouija board
I cannot trust her, no more
She's a witch, so
Her fingertips, cold
How dare you step in this house
Don't need yr black magic, no
Crows follow home, where she goes
Hair jet black, clothes black, black cat
Her heart's a ghost town
The way she rides a broom
The way she clears a room
She's heading towards the moon
Afraid she'll be back soon
Your best friend playin' w the ouija board
I cannot trust her, no more
She's a witch, so
Her fingertips, cold
How dare you step in this house
Your best friend playin' w the ouija board
I cannot trust her, no more
She's a witch, so
Her fingertips, cold
How dare you step in this house
