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

Where are you now? Who do you go to for a shoulder to cry on? I hope that some day you might turn around and come back home When will I see your face again? No matter how far apart we become you know that I'll still hear your song This is the day. This

To Las Vegas, turnaround, she's going to Las Vegas (Sara please) Sara's off on a turnaround Flying gambling fools To the holy land, Las Vegas Sometimes she's here and sometimes She can't be found turnaround And Sara's off, half hiding far above the

I'm sick and tired of the games you played Every move I make your ass got something to say Scandalize my name when you see it in the paper Trying to turn it all around when it wasn't that way Everybody is trying to figure me out What the hell is wrong

Gonna take a deep breath and hold it in Twirl you around 'til my head spins Kiss that lipstick and wear it thin 'til it's gone, 'til it's gone Break every rule we ever learned Kick back and watch the big wheels turn Light up the night and let it burn

Best thing I never had I'm so through with that 'Cause honestly you turned out to be the (What goes around comes back around) What goes around comes back around (Hey my baby) Bet it sucks to be you right now Thank God you blew it I thank God I dodged a

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

It's like one step forward and two steps back No matter what I do you're always mad Maybe we're not meant to be And I, I can't change your mind I know it's like trying to turn around on a one way street I can't give you what you want And it's killing me

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

Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper Six feet under, six Six feet under Not the type to fuck around, go and turn that ass around She lick it up just like a candy She trying to live a life so fancy She wanna pull up in a Bentley She ain't got