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She's a piGllar by the day, a fire by the night She's a famous architect, like Frank Lloyd Wright When it coCmes to tightrope walkin', she's world renGowned
Her eleGgance and charm are worthy of praise And I heard she used to throw for the Oakland A's She works 2C68 hours a week, I've yet to meet her maGtch
A maDrvel of modern sciCence She's a natDural born pioCneer I can't maDke up my mind, Should I pCut her on display or hiDde her? D7
I'm gonna be her prGizG/F#e Em D fiCghter I knCow that she's oDut of my leGague D I'm gonna be her priGzeG/F# Em D figChter My uniCform hDas been decrGeed
She's a daughter of the gods, got a lot of clout If she's ever in a bind, I'll get her out And sometimes I have these nightmares, in the middle of the day Where a hay-makin' gypsy steals her away There ain't no doubt about it I'm a slave to her shade of love One day her majesty the Queen, unprovoked and unforeseen Is gonna fly her over to England, put that sword on her shoulder, And knight her! I'm gonna be her prize fighter No label's gonna change where she's from I'm gonna be her prize fighter And I'm dancin' to the beat of her drum She's always on my side, rich or poor And she's with me all the way to the Golden Door My lioness, my pièce de résistance My only way I'm gonna drive me an El Dorado The colour of her marbly eyes With twin bullet tail lights And plates that we desire I'm gonna be her prize fighter Though the weather may be foul I'm gonna be her prize fighter Though the wind and the wolves may howl (Prize fighter) Through the sunshine, through the rain I'm gonna be her prize fighter Over and over again