Have you seen Priscilla Was she trying to look away From the pity in the mirror Of your eyes as surprise held sway? And did she look delightful In that frightful kind of way And could you still see the girl that loved me After all that I carved away? A fist clenched in my heart when I heard you say “She has gone down the road called wrong” So go right ahead and cast the blame my way And when you saw Priscilla Did you finally judge me As the jailer and the k**er Of the glory she should be?