PRISCILLA
Vocals: Meat Loaf
Guitars: Mark Doyle, Rick Derringer
Bass: Steve Buslowe, Rick Derringer
Drums: Max Weinberg
Background Vocals: Chuck Kirkpatrick, John Sambataro
  PRISCILLA

You like ridin' around with your big brother in your uncles custom van
You wanna bleach ya hair so bad but your mama don't understand
Hangin' around by the monument, dancin' to the radio
You got a memory even shorter than your dress but there's nothin' that you don't know

Priscilla
Priscilla—nearly sixteen but they tread you like a kid
Priscilla
Priscilla—they're gonna kill ya for what you did

Cuttin' class with a backstage pass and always skippin' lunch
Ya put your hand on the knees of the boys and daddy's Vodka in the punch
Learned how to jump-start your grandma's car, how to french inhale your Kools
And you know that breakin' hearts is easy as breakin' the rules

Priscilla
Priscilla—nearly sixteen but they tread you like a kid
Priscilla
Priscilla—they're gonna kill ya for what you did

You don't remember no revolution
You don't belong to no baby room
Just you and your headphones
Dreamin' in your pink bedroom....

Strong girls break the records and rich girls break their nails
Smart girls always know by heart what some girls always fail
Bad little girls grow up to be good and good girls finish last
But crazy girls don't care how they grow up—as long as they grow up fast

Priscilla
Priscilla—oh, you're nearly sixteen but they tread you like a kid
Priscilla
Oh priscilla—they're gonna kill ya for what you did

(priscilla)
Priscilla—oh, you're nearly sixteen but they tread you like a kid
(priscilla)
Oh priscilla—they're gonna kill ya for what you did

(priscilla)
Priscilla—(you're nearly sixteen but they tread you like a kid)
Oh, priscilla, oh
Oh priscilla—they're gonna kill ya for what you did

(priscilla)
Priscilla—oh, they tread you like a kid
(priscilla)
Oh priscilla.....