Arm Wrestling Woman

Sitting in this trailer park tonight 
 Still basking in the memory of that glorious fight 
 It hit me when she stepped into the ring 
 Floating like a butterfly and I still feel the sting 

 CHORUS 
 I got it bad for an Arm Wrestling Woman 
 I'm going mad for an arm wrestling girl 
 I gotta steel my courage lay it on the line 
 But I got to make her mine 
 She gently puts her elbow on the block 
 She's ninety per cent Joan of Arc and ten per cent jock 
 She works the crowd she knows New York's her town 
 Gets that twinkle in her eye and lays that mother down 

 CHORUS 

 Lonely nights make fantasies run wild 
 She's with me and she's with child 
 And I will love her evermore 
 And I will rub her when she's sore 
 And I will share her with the world 
 That's just the way it is with an arm wrestling girl 
 Standing in this ice cold parking lot 
 To tell her my intentions will take all that I've got 
 Maybe she could love me probably not 
 But you can't put the points up if you don't take the shot 

 CHORUS