Touching the very part of me, it's making my soul sing Your love is king, crown you in my heart Your kisses ring, round and round and round my head Your love is king, never need to part Tearing the very heart of me, I'm crying out for more I'm crying out

Nice to know my kind will be on my side I don't believe the hype And you know you're a terrible sight But you'll be just fine But I can hear my way around Just don't believe the hype No, I don't know which way I'm going Sometimes I feel cold, even

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

Have I got a deal for you Well you look like the kind who's got an eye for a bargain A kind of guy who likes to shop around Well I got me this old heart That I'm putting on the market And I'll make you a deal you can't turn down A heart that's almost

How does it sound if we spend the night out? Come on, come on Hey baby, what's that sound I make a few steps and I fall on the ground It's a long shot but darling I couldn't love you more. Hey baby, give it a try I can find an answer if you wanna know

Yeah so far it's alright, alright baby x4 Yeah so far it's alright, alright baby Yeah, it's the way we are We were smoking by eleven and knocking 'round town Beat 'em ups on my arm We were never good at selling Couldn't cut down And I stay with my father

Caustic are the ties that bind Who dawned this age Convulse and kill Tremble, blood spills Our divination Like barbed wire, taut and fine Tied around the wrists that

These honky tonks and bright lights Used to thrill me I'd paint the town and stumble in at down But now there's no one listening for my footsteps It's winding down to one more night alone I thought I had her wrapped around my finger I didn't think this

And I’m all out of beer So why you gotta wait until I’m gone to come around When I’m twelve in, helpless When I ain’t got no fight left, I got no way out The only time you show up here is when you’re lonely When you’re lonely If you’d a got here ‘fore my

Round are way the birds are singing Round are way the sun shines bright The paper boy is working before he goes Lying to the teacher he knows he knows He didn't and he should've Brought his lines in yesterday Ernie bangs the sound and the day begins The