All the Pinot, Pinot Grigio girls Watch your blues turn gold Keep it real cold 'Cause it's a fired-up world Oh, oh, make it all make sense Pour your heart out Oh, oh, does it all make sense? I was twenty-three She was thirty-five

Use me, I'm gonna give you control With the lights on And I'm nervous, can I trust you Trust me, while I take this off With the lights on, cause it turns me on If you're nervous, just let me show you And if I could just let go Forgive me it's the very

No more questions, get back in line! (just get back in line!) The duller the knife, the longer it takes (the longer it takes) But now it's your turn Leaving your bones out on the stones, picking them clean (picking them clean) And carving the truth,

Our love comes back in the middle of the night You know how we've grown And how they catch our every turn Everyone's arrived here I see the pictures of everyone And they truly got it But it's your image burned into my mind And again I find That it's

It's all your fault Because you were perfect You called me beautiful You turned me out And now I can't turn back But I'm running out of air And it's not fair I hold my breath I conjure up the thought of being gone

Oh no, tears are falling Oh no, tears are falling (whoo oh) And then it's raining feels like it's raining I read your mind like an open book You lost the fire in your eyes You turn to me with a different look looks like it's raining Something is wrong as

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

The radio, yeah 'Cause you're the girl on the radio The radio, everybody singing 'bout you tonight You're the song on the stereo, the stereo We got you turned up just right It's all rock and roll, and solid gold Flashing lights and rolling smoke Stuck in

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

What did your mama tell you about lies She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one What did your daddy tell you about lies He said one white one turns into a black one So, it's gettin' ready to blow It's gettin' ready to show Somebody shot off at the