The Killers - Prize Fighter lyrics
Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning
[The Killers - Prize Fighter lyrics]
She's a pillar by the day, a fire by night
She's a famous architect
Like Frank Lloyd Wright
When it comes to tight rope walking
She's world-renowned
Her elegance and charm are worthy of praise
And I heard she used to throw
For The Oakland A's
She works 268 hours a week
I've yet to meet her match
A marvel of modern science
She's a natural-born pioneer
I can't make up my mind
Should I put her on display, or hide her?
I'm going to be her prize fighter
I know that she's out of my league
I'm going to be her prize fighter
My uniform has been decreed
She's a daughter of the gods
Got a lot of clout
If she's ever in a bind, I'll get her out
And sometimes I have these nightmares
In the middle of the day
Where a hay making gypsy just steals her away
There is no doubt about it
(no doubt about it)
I'm a slave to her shade of love
(no doubt about it)
One day Her Majesty the Queen
Unprovoked and unforeseen
She's going to fly her over to England
Put that sword on her shoulder
And knight her
I'm going to be her prize fighter
No label's going to change where she's from
I'm going to be her prize fighter
And I'm dancing to the beat of her drum
She's always on my side, rich or poor
She's with me all the way, to The Golden Door
My lioness, my pièce de résistance
My only way
I'm going to drive me an El Dorado
The color of her Monterey eyes
With twin bullet tail lights
And plates that read desire
I'm going to be her prize fighter
Though the weather may be foul
I'm going to be her prize fighter
Though the wind and the wolves may howl
Through the sunshine and through the rain
I'm going to be her prize fighter
Over and over again
She's a famous architect
Like Frank Lloyd Wright
When it comes to tight rope walking
She's world-renowned
Her elegance and charm are worthy of praise
And I heard she used to throw
For The Oakland A's
She works 268 hours a week
I've yet to meet her match
A marvel of modern science
She's a natural-born pioneer
I can't make up my mind
Should I put her on display, or hide her?
I'm going to be her prize fighter
I know that she's out of my league
I'm going to be her prize fighter
My uniform has been decreed
She's a daughter of the gods
Got a lot of clout
If she's ever in a bind, I'll get her out
And sometimes I have these nightmares
In the middle of the day
Where a hay making gypsy just steals her away
There is no doubt about it
(no doubt about it)
I'm a slave to her shade of love
(no doubt about it)
One day Her Majesty the Queen
Unprovoked and unforeseen
She's going to fly her over to England
Put that sword on her shoulder
And knight her
I'm going to be her prize fighter
No label's going to change where she's from
I'm going to be her prize fighter
And I'm dancing to the beat of her drum
She's always on my side, rich or poor
She's with me all the way, to The Golden Door
My lioness, my pièce de résistance
My only way
I'm going to drive me an El Dorado
The color of her Monterey eyes
With twin bullet tail lights
And plates that read desire
I'm going to be her prize fighter
Though the weather may be foul
I'm going to be her prize fighter
Though the wind and the wolves may howl
Through the sunshine and through the rain
I'm going to be her prize fighter
Over and over again