Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prize Fighter Lover, artist - Meat Loaf. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Prize Fighter Lover |
| It’s a bend-out, burned-out, bird-hound Saturday night |
| Under the crimson cut-throat canyon sky |
| Ah, the city’s on fire but the hills are alive |
| With the sound of this night |
| Baby leans close and she whispers she don’t care |
| She wraps her legs round my waist |
| Runs her fingers through my hair |
| She rests her head on these soft tail lights |
| Feel the world rushing under this bike |
| Hear the cold highway explode, in rubber and fire |
| Now the only thing that matters |
| is this leather cutting through this California wind |
| She said, «Take me anywhere» |
| She said, «Take me everywhere» |
| Everybody’s got someone they don’t wanna be |
| You don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be me |
| Everybody’s got a plan, everybody’s got a dream |
| I ain’t got nothing, I just wanna be free |
| Ain’t much that’s mine, but these boots and this time |
| Maybe I’ll take you right out of here |
| Baby, I’ll take you right out of here |
| I’m a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer |
| Now the 101 is blacker than a funeral parade |
| I grab the throttle, left a scar on the interstate |
| You see, the funny thing about leaving town |
| You leave something you think you can’t live without |
| Now we’re heading north, but she’s looking south |
| She whispered one last request, apologize to the desert wind |
| She said, «I'll never look back again» |
| She said, «I'll never look back again» |
| Everybody’s got someone they don’t wanna be |
| You don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be me |
| Everybody’s got a plan, everybody’s got a dream |
| I ain’t got nothing, I just wanna be free |
| Ain’t much that’s mine, but these boots and this time |
| Baby, I’ll take you right out of here |
| Baby, I’ll take you right out of here |
| I’m a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer |
| I got you right here, tucked behind my ear |
| Whisper all your fears and your dreams to me |
| I can feel you here, I feel your scarred soul speak |
| With the longing and the nerving and its depth and its need |
| The night is alive, this voice is a knife |
| Riding shotgun tonight on your contra-band soul |
| I got a keen premonition, a wild proposition |
| Let the smouldering hunger in you explode |
| She ripped the knife from the scene with a fugitive scream and a gypsy prayer |
| She said, «Take me anywhere» |
| She said, «Take me everywhere» |
| Everybody’s got someone they don’t wanna be |
| You don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be me |
| Everybody’s got a plan, everybody’s got a dream |
| I ain’t got nothing, I just wanna be free |
| Ain’t much that’s mine, but these boots and this time |
| Baby, I’ll take you right out of here |
| Baby, I’ll take you right out of here |
| Baby, I’ll take you right out of here |
| I’m a prize fight lover, soul |
| I’m a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer |