You look at me like I'm the one that stole the shine away from the sun
then gone and turned the rain on
It's not my fault your hair is getting wet after you spent an hour doing it
so solve the problem just go bald
So now you take a swipe at me with your handbag you miss
and fall flat laughing to the ground
Now you're really paved at me
you stare at me like I'm the one that just stole your last peice of bubblegum
Oh yeah now it's war
the handbag war
Oh yeah now it's war
the hangbag war
Your beedy eyes get on my nerves
you stare at me until insanity claims me as it's own
so I throw my shoe at you aim for your head and pray that it will knock you out
Your bestfriend jumps on my back, she is biting and pulling at my hair
All the guys they think it's great finally the girls are getting down
and sorting all their issues
oh my god now it's war
the handbag war
Oh yeah now it's war
Handbags at 50 paces
I hate you and hate me
so now we are kinda even
Friday ends suddenly
when passing drag queens jump in
and we are both beaten to a pulp
oh my god now it's war
the handbag war
Oh yeah now it's war
the handbag war
war