She's giving orders And she'll never take none She looks so serious But she's still havin' fun
She wins em all She's on top of her game Competitors disappear No one remains
She'll leave you crying In a trail of smoke She'll leave 'em laughing, You're the butt of her joke
But don't be angry, When she steals first place You should have known better Than to get in the race
The smoke clears... And then the crowd cheers!
If you're gonna have a shot, You'd better give it all you got Don't complain about the flames, You know she likes it hot Just a matter of time Before she takes you down
That's just what happens When Spitfire's in town There's just no beating The best around
Oh, Spitfire!
The storm's coming, so you'd better run and hide She's out for blood and she Won't be denied
Fourth, third, second, just ain't Good enough She hasn't broke a sweat, but they all huff and puff
Behind those shades are Eyes of steel Cold as ice With undeniable appeal, yeah
When she smiles, you melt And you've lost The finish line's out of sight, But she's already crossed!
She soars, And then the crowd roars!
If you're gonna have a shot, You'd better give it all you got Don't complain about the flames, You know she likes it hot Just a matter of time Before she takes you down
That's just what happens When Spitfire's in town There's just no beating The best around