Elvis Presley Songtext
von Cyrena Wages

I have a habit of finding boys that don′t know how to use their hearts
I'll put ′em through the system
Hold their hands and fix their broken parts

Well my baby, I know I make him crazy
I know he's got that good, good, good, good love
But he walks into the room like Elvis Presley
And if I'm not Priscilla soon he′s gonna lose me


Pretense, defenses, your exes
And oh my god, he′s terrified
Well baby don't ya look inside
Ya never know what you might find
Does freedom keep you warm at night
Does she do it like me?

He walks into the room like Elvis Presley
And if I′m not Priscilla soon he's gonna lose me
There a line around the block and I got a short dress on
Don′t find out what you want, when it's long gone

Oh he walks into the room like Elvis Presley
Oh he walks into the room like Elvis Presley