I heard you’re going to war, Mr. Presley
When you come back, I’ll be right where you left me
On the road I won’t be
A packed suitcase you won’t see
And we both know how this ends
You’ll meet a girl over there and then
I’ll be standing by the door
What was I? Just some common whore,
That you underestimate
Oh my god, you make me so afraid
No I’m fast and light on my feet
I’ll outrun you, you will see
And I’ll meet an impersonator
Fall in love a little bit later
You add that touch of southern flavor
Your rough heart, my alligator

I heard you’re going to war, Mr. Presley
When you come back, I’ll be right where you left me
And so they say, history repeats
A flickering lightbulb on the street
Helps me believe in anomalies
And from the cycle, I’ll break free