Chris Millz - Napkin in a Wine Gla** lyrics

I knew a girl with a scar on her face I don't know if she was beautiful She always looked away But late at night when we'd had too much to drink She'd lean close to me, and she'd say "I think I'd let my kids play with guns Don't want to raise another one like me One who would fold so easily Like a napkin in a wine gla** That P.C. sh**'s so weak-a** Don't think I want to raise another one like me I think I'd let my kids play with guns" And I'd want so badly just to kiss her But all I could ever do was hit her And her mouth would bleed And she'd crawl across the floor And quietly behind the bathroom door She would say "I think I'd let my kids play with guns Don't want to raise another one like me One who would fold so easily Like a napkin in a wine gla** That P.C. sh**'s so weak-a** Don't think I want to raise another one like me I think I'd let my kids play with guns"