| He’s calling out my name
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| He says I’m, just a featherweight
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| He thinks the slightest breeze could blow me over
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| What he doesn’t know is I’ve got a slingshot and a stone
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| And I can win with no one in my corner
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| So don’t you even try to hold me back
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| I got my high heels on with my boxing gloves
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| I can knock you out with a one-two punch
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| I’m perfume sweet and whiskey strong
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| I damn sure ain’t no underdog
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| I might fall down but I get back up
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| I shine brightest when the going’s tough
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| You say I can’t — well, darling, watch me
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| You can’t stop me 'cause I fight like a girl
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| I’m little but I’m loud
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| Just wanna make my mama proud
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| And you can tell without a doubt that I’m her daughter
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| She raised me to believe
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| That I can be anything
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| So when you push me I’ll just push back harder
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| I got my high heels on with my boxing gloves
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| I can knock you out with a one-two punch
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| I’m perfume sweet and whiskey strong
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| I damn sure ain’t no underdog
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| I might fall down but I get back up
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| I shine brightest when the going’s tough
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| You say I can’t — well, darling, watch me |
| You can’t stop me 'cause I fight like a girl
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| I fight hard, I fight tough, I fight fair
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| Won’t stop fighting until I get there
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| No, I ain’t afraid to cry
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| Everybody’s gotta feel something sometimes
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| I fight hard, I fight tough, I fight fair
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| Won’t stop fighting until I get there
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| No, I ain’t afraid to cry
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| I ain’t afraid to fight
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| I got my high heels on with my boxing gloves
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| I can knock you out with a one-two punch
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| I’m perfume sweet and whiskey strong
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| I damn sure ain’t no underdog
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| I might fall down but I get back up
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| I shine brightest when the going’s tough
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| You say I can’t — well, darling, watch me
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| You can’t stop me 'cause I fight like a girl
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| I fight hard, I fight tough, I fight fair
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| Won’t stop fighting 'til I get there
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| No, I ain’t afraid to fight
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| I fight like a girl |