Bare Knuckle Girl

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-)