So your grandmother sounds to me A woman I would be proud to be And you say she reminds you of me Every little boy is so naive
Oh, I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me Oh
So your grandfather sounds like me Head up, shoulders back, proud to be Every little girl is so naive Falling in love with the first man she sees
Oh, I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me Oh, no
When we were in love If we were When we were in love I was an eagle And you were a dove
Today I will feel something other than regret Pass me a glass and a half-smoked cigarette I've damn near got no dignity left I've damn near got no dignity left
Oh, I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me Oh, no
When we were in love If we were When we were in love I was an eagle And you were a dove
When we were in love If we were When we were in love You were a dove And I rose above you and preyed