She could've probably been an airline jetter
Walking proud on the concrete slabs
She has the chops to be a record setter
Smiling with the feeling of her forward jabs
Whoa, kicking up her heels
She always finds herself fulfilled and gripping
Here mama raised her to take care of men
She has a book filled with the paper clippings
She says it's just a hobby for every now and then
She thinks it's funny every time that it comes to this
She knows it comes with the territory of being who she is
And now she finds herself among the big boys
The ones who spell each other's name in mud
With each contender she tries out her new toys
So many strange basements filling up with blood
She ran the gamut from the famous to the lonely
Watch 'em winding up and down the roads
The man who thinks that she's his one and only
He'll stay in love until the moment his car explodes
She laughs and says that she'd make an awful wife
She says that if he wants to take her hand
Well she's only gonna take his life
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