I just get through it Oh, there's nothing more to it Now I miss you more than I can take And I will surely break And every morning that I wake God, it's the same There's nothing more to it, And you said, "Don't give me nothing You don't want to lose"

I'll be coming home next year Say goodbye When I come down I'm in the sky tonight There I can keep by your side Come on, get on, get on Living with our heads underground Everything's all right up here Watching the wide world riot

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

I wanna sing you a love song I wanna rock you in my arms all night long I wanna get to know you I wanna show you the peaceful feelin' of my home There's a wren in a willow wood Flies so high and sings so good And he brings to you what he sings to you And

Worlds are spinning 'round Don't forget to take a breath There's no time for slowing down So won't you take a breath? Just take a breath People change and promises are broken Clouds can move and skies will be wide open We've all been down that road

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A They have everything for young men to enjoy You can hang out with all the boys You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal You can do what ever you feel Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man,

To be with in heaven I would go through the darkest hell There's no cure for love that kills You can shoot me down You can drag me 'round Girl I'll get you It won't be long

I go where you go Go through Armageddon Girl I got you Theres no goodbyes only us So I will follow Hold you close standing on the edge of no tomorrow Still deep in us, get that rush So I still follow

Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you babe 'Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough I'll be there on the double Ain't no mountain high enough Listen baby, ain't no mountain high Ain't no valley low,

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see