Priscilla (Letra)

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Music : rudolf schenker
Lyrics: klaus meine

She likes it hot, she likes it humid
She likes my cake, and she’s not stupid
She likes my sugar, she likes my bread
I’m ready to attack
She comes at night, when i’m asleep
Without a sound, just like a thief
She comes to crawl, under my bed
I’m ready to attack
Priscilla oh priscilla
You last resistant chiller
Priscilla oh priscilla
Tonight i’m going to kill ya
She lives in my kitchen
Down in the shade
She likes leftovers
And throwaways
I’m on a diet
And she is fat
I’m ready to attack
Priscilla oh priscilla
You last resistant chiller
Priscilla oh priscilla
Tonight i’m going to kill ya
I can’t do it i can’t do it at all
She turns a man into killer
This cockroach named priscilla
This cockroach named priscilla
You’re gonna be here
You’re gonna be there
You’re gonna be everywhere
I’m coming after you
I’m coming after you
You’re gonna be now
You’re gonna be then
You’re gonna be out and in
I’m coming after you
I’m coming after you
You’re gonna be saint
You’re gonna be sin
You’re gonna lose and win
I’m coming after you
I’m coming after you
Priscilla oh priscilla
Tonight i’m going to kill ya

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Priscilla (Letra)

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You like ridin’ around with your big brother, in your uncle’s custom van
You wanna bleach your 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

Chorus:

Priscilla, priscilla, nearly sixteen but they treat 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 now you know that breakin’ hearts is easy as breakin’ the rules

(chorus)

You don’t remember no revolution, you don’t belong to no baby boom

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

(chorus repeats out…)