Born Fighter Songtext / Lyric

Well here she comes again

Blowing everybody's circuits

Girls like that bring a lump to m pocket

Everybody says I can never get her

l've been a lot of things

But I never was a quitter l'm a born fighter

l've gotta wriggle for my will now

l'm a born fighter

How I hate it on a plate

Shoe shopping,

lapping up the grooms and uppers

l don't want to have to get

Another pair of hush puppies

l keep on lookin at 47-each

But one day, l'll be laughing

With the lizards on my feet

l'm a born fighter

l've gotta wriggle for my will now

l'm a born fighter

Now I hate it on a plate

l'm a born fighter

l've gotta wriggle for my wili now

l'm a born fighier

How I hate it on a plate

Well in between the pages

of the glossy magazines

There's a coffee table world

I could never ever fit in

l shout about how I could never buy it

But I stand up and fight

For the right to go and try it

l'm a born fighter

l've gotta wriggle for my will now

Said I'm a born fighter

How I hate it on a plate

I'm a born fighter

I've gotta wriggle for my will now

l'm a born fighter

How I hate it on a plate