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   (Solo)   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...)