Priscilla

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 :Priscilla, Priscilla, nearly sixteen but they treat you like a kid Priscilla, Priscilla, they're gonna kill ya for what you didCuttin' 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 You don't remember no revolution, you don't belong to no baby boomJust you and your headphones, dreamin' in your pink bedroomStrong girls break the records, and rich girls break their nailsSmart girls always know by heart, what some girls always failBad little girls grow up to be good, and good girls finish lastBut crazy girls don't care how they grow up, as long as they grow up fast( s out...)