She's got the answers She waves them like a flag She'll take all the cards from the soho league And stick them in her bag for security Baby likes her fever Well she'll take it all night long Around the track with the red-eyed jacks And nothin' she can do can be that wrong Don't fight it, don't fight it You've been on the ropes too long Don't fight it, don't fight it Nothing she does can be wrong She's got her reasons And she wields them like a knife But she'll take her stand in the underground-band She doesn't know that she's in there for life But me I've got my business And I struggle to keep life sane But what does it mean you can't Keep your hands clean Cause baby's caught up in her social machine I won't I won't Ever let you down She said to me I won't, I won't Ever let you down You've been on the ropes too long Nothing she does can be wrong She likes her fever She says "Take it like a man" And we fight combat sometimes But we don't fight it hand to hand And when my world is crumbling And I go stumbling blind If I get thin She'll be there in a pinch She's got a way To make life feel fine Don't fight it I won't Don't fight it Let you down You've been on the ropes too long Don't fight it I won't Don't fight it Let you down Nothing she does can be wrong You've been on the ropes too long I won't, I won't Ever let you down She said to me I won't, I won't Ever let you down You've been on the ropes too long Don't fight it, don't fight it, don't fight it I won't let you down
Compositor: Thomas William Cochrane ECAD: Obra #20779356