written by kevin bacon

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

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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

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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

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