When Elvis Met Pricilla
he told me he loved me
and it was the beginning of the end.
i reached out to grab him
but he had no hand to lend.
i called out his name
and asked if he was foe, or friend.
i felt my heart tearing
as he was trying to care.
he couldn't stop the bleeding.
a love too broken to repair.
i wrapped myself around him
and he said he needed some air.
he thinks i'm crazy
for taking the good with the bad.
there's no way to make him see
all of the beauty we had.
he walked away claiming
i was the reason he was mad.
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