Priscilla

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