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,

We were a rock, ready to roll, there was a fire down in our souls And all the whole world had to stand still, then turn around us 'Cause that was the deal And oh how those nights went flowing like wine, When I was all yours and you were all mine And we

Where was I before you came around I was drifting, no place to call home Without you lovin' me You give me someone to believe in Staring out the window Watching the night turn into day It's 4 in the morning I've got so many things to say I've been out

You are a kaleidoscope Get, get, get out Can we get out, get out Get, get, get out of here? So do you want to turn it around? And do you want to show me how? Get out, get out Get, get, get out of here Good intentions never good enough

And I would turn on the TV But it's so embarrassing To see all the other people I don't know what they mean And it was magic at first But now this world is gonna hurt Turn it around When they spoke without sound You better turn that thing down

It’s too late in the day Too late in the day To take you on All the rides Call me out Only makes me Stronger yet To turn it around

It's a long way down Point of no return and now It's just too late to turn around I try to forgive you We built it up so high and now I'm fallin' We've been in fire Went down in the flames We sailed the ocean And drowned in the waves

Dead, dead, you'll always be dead to me Dead, dead, dead You'll always be dead to me You belong in the grave never to be heard from again Losing it, get a grip, turn it around No one here cares if you're running your mouth I won't wait around 'til you

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

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