| She’s a pillar by the day
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| A fire by night
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| She’s a famous architect, like Frank Lloyd Wright
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| When it comes to tightrope walkin', she’s world renowned
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| Her elegance and charm are worthy of praise
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| And I heard she used to throw for the Oakland A’s
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| She works 268 hours a week, I’ve yet to meet her match
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| A marvel of modern science
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| She’s a natural born pioneer
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| I can’t make up my mind,
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| Should I put her on display or hide her?
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| I’m gonna be her prize fighter
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| I know that she’s out of my league
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| I’m gonna be her prize fighter
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| My uniform has been decreed
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| She’s a daughter of the gods,
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| Got a lot of clout
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| If she’s ever in a bind, I’ll get her out
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| And sometimes I have these nightmares, in the middle of the day
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| Where a hay-makin'gypsy steals her away
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| There ain’t no doubt about it
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| I’m a slave to her shade of love
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| One day her majesty the Queen, unprovoked and unforseen
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| Is gonna fly her over to England, put that sword on her shoulder,
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| And knight her!
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| I’m gonna be her prize fighter
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| No label’s gonna change where she’s from
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| I’m gonna be her prize fighter
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| And I’m dancin’to the beat of her drum
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| And she’s always on my side, rich or poor
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| And she’s with me all the way to the Golden Door
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| My lioness, my pièce de résistance
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| My only way
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| I’m gonna drive me an El Dorado
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| The colour of her (?) eyes
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| With twin bullet tail lights
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| And plates that we desire
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| I’m gonna be her prize fighter
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| Though the weather may be foul
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| I’m gonna be her prize fighter
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| Though the wind and the wolves my howl
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| (Prize fighter)
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| Through the sunshine, through the rain
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| I’m gonna be her prize fighter
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| Over and over again |