Crown Vic – New Hollow

Back from the dead just like a zombie
I liked you better as a ghost
You got me missing being lonely
Victoria

Running through my head like a palomino
Why you saying yeah when you really mean no
Why you gotta be so far away? Far away, yeah

Got ya some words and melodies
Won’t ya come down to Tennessee?
Honky-tonk Broadway fantasy
Getting to know ya

I need a crown Vic(-toria)
But that’s about it (for ya)
I’m living that dys(-phoria)
‘Cause you ain’t no Crown Vic

Don’t want a Lincoln or a Marquis
Just wanna call you on the phone
You left me hanging, now I’m salty
Victoria

Fucking with my head like a Tarantino
Why you gotta jet when I try to see you
Why you gotta be so far away? Far away (far away), yeah

Got ya some words and melodies
Won’t ya come down to Tennessee?
Honky-tonk Broadway fantasy
Getting to know ya

I need a Crown Vic(-toria)
But that’s about it (for ya)
I’m living that dys(-phoria)
‘Cause you ain’t no Crown Vic
End the conversation, never tell me why
Just infatuation, but you’re still on my mind
I need a Crown Vic(-toria)
But you ain’t around

What’s so bad about talking to me?
One in the chamber, you’re just shooting the breeze
I’m still bugging but I’m doing alright
Oh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, girl

Got ya some words and melodies
Won’t ya come down to Tennessee?
Honky-tonk Broadway fantasy
Getting to know ya

I need a Crown Vic(-toria) (I need a Crown Vic)
But that’s about it (for ya) (but that’s about it)
I’m living that dys(-phoria) (you ain’t no Crown Vic)
‘Cause you ain’t no Crown Vic
End the conversation, never tell me why
Just infatuation, but you’re still on my mind
I need a Crown Vic(-toria)
But you ain’t around