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