I won't stand in line I'd do almost anything if I could make you mine You told me I was one in a million Everything you wanted in this world Every time I turn around I hear tell you paint the town With one of this million other girls Oh, watcha do to me

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

Hit me clown because I'm not from your town, now hit me clown Clown you ain't shit, turn around got your face split Just too fucking little I'm just a fucking mental Throw your hate at me with all your might. Think hard. A tattooed body to hide who you

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

It feels like I'm falling (falling) Well alright It feels like I'm falling Drive your high heel into my heart Every word that you say keeps on bouncing around in my head When all my delusions of grander have turned into bad jokes instead You'll be there

To me, to me Sooner or later it all comes around Hopefully then I will see After the people and places are gone You will come back, you will come back to me You will come back to me Woman help me, you turn my head in circles Mama blessed me with magnet

Sorry, won't turn back the clock Baby I took advantage 'cause I knew you Wouldn't believe it, so I used you I've tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed Gave you my word but they were just broken promises Broken condoms, lipstick

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

So down here on the ocean we will stay Went through a lot of changes Turned a lot of pages When I took a boat Sunday Took a boat Sunday, down by the sea It just felt so nice, you and me We didn't have a problem or a care And all around was silence,

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it