Lyrics

You like ridin' around with your big brother, in your uncle's custom van  
You want to 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]

Song details

Artist: Meat Loaf