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Suicide bomber all dressed up like Madonna
And they say she's really cute, but inverted commas
And her skin is so pale, she's broken all her nails
And she spent all her life just going off the rails
She hooks with her left
And she jabs with her right
And she's always up ahead
And she splashes it all over on a Saturday night (b-b-b-)
Bare-knuckle girl, the champion of the world
You ain't goin' anywhere, drifting in and out of care
Bare-knuckle baby, your life ain't such a whirl
You'll look funny when you're forty
Bare-knuckle girl
Her eyes look amazing like a sheet of double glazing
And her blank expression says she's well beyond saving
Her lips are cherry red like the blood in her bed
Which is propped up by books that she stole, but never read
She hooks with her left
And she jabs with her right
And she's always up ahead
And she really likes to mix it on a Saturday night (b-b-b-)
Bare-knuckle girl, the champion of the world
You ain't goin' anywhere, drifting in and out of care
Bare-knuckle baby, your life ain't such a whirl
You'll look funny when you're forty
Bare-knuckle girl
B-b-b-boulder on her shoulder and she walks like a soldier
And she's out for the world, the bare-knuckle girl
And the world owes her living, but the world ain't forgiving
And she spent all her life just a-punching and a-kicking
She hooks with her left
And she jabs with her right
And she's always up ahead
And she splashes it all over on a Saturday night (b-b-b-)
Bare-knuckle girl, the champion of the world
You ain't goin' anywhere, drifting in and out of care
Bare-knuckle baby, your life ain't such a whirl
You'll look funny when you're forty
Bare-knuckle girl
Bare-knuckle girl
Bare-knuckle girl (b-b-b-)
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