You know me I'm the girl, the preacher's kid
Tight jeans and long Blond hair down to you know where.
We PK's don't get approached much unless it's on a stupid dare.
Missionary Man, my daddy, spreading the good word throughout the fertile land.
Don't worry you won't see us PK's much, we're usually hanging with the local garage band.
Yeah though I walk through the walls of the new high school. Can I hear praise for that home spun golden rule. Let's hear a big amen!
Us PK's change with every town more piercings and cheap tattoos.
We walk among you amused you don't see us bleeding or on the mend.
A good PK's girl's world is to be a lifer, world without end.......
