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 nothing you don't know
Priscilla
Priscilla
Nearly sixteen but they treat you like a kid
Priscilla
Priscilla
They're gonna kill you for what you did
Cuttin' class with a backstage pass
And always skippin' lunch