And I can't tell you why I can't tell you why Every time I try to walk away Something makes me turn around and stay Look at us baby, up all night Tearing our love apart Aren't we the same two people who live Through years in the dark?

Juicy, said I wanna get to know your juicy booty, tonight We keep it rocking So show me that, so show me that, so show me that So turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around Knows how to party Knows how to party, in the city Whatever

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

What's your name? Oh, I really wanna know I turn around You're there again Then suddenly you're gone I wanna get to know you But I don't know who you are

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,

Forgotten things remembered The tigers eat their young The body stayed but inside the head The mind was on the run Conspiracy of silence The only way out of pain Is turn around and run through it man Too wet to come in from the rain, Tell them... I know

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed And if you see her, just remember She's looking up while you're looking down Turn your whole world around for a kiss And now she walk around town with her head sewn on the wrong way Little miss like to put on blush,

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

Well the landslide brought me down But time makes you bolder Children get older And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills I took my love and I look it down I climbed a mountain and I turned around And I saw my reflection in the snowcovered

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