Lyrics Prize Fighter Lover - Meat Loaf

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