So your grandmother sounds to me
A woman I would be proud to be
And you say she reminds you of me
Every little boy is so naive  oh

I will not be a victim of romance
I will not be a victim of circumstance
Chance or circumstance or romance  or any man
Who could get his dirty little hands on me

So your grandfather sounds like me
Head up  shoulders back and proud to be
Every little girl is so naive
Falling in love with the first man that she sees

I will not be a victim of romance
I will not be a victim of circumstance
Chance or circumstance or romance  or any man
Who could get his dirty little hands on me


When we were in love  if we were
When we were in love
I was an eagle
And you were a dove

Today I will feel something other than regret
Pass me a glass and a half-smoked cigarette
I've damn near got no dignity left
I've damn near got no dignity left  oh


I will not be a victim of romance
I will not be a victim of circumstance
Chance or circumstance or romance  or any man
Who could get his dirty little hands on me

When we were in love  if we were
When we were in love
I was an eagle
And you were a dove

When we were in love  if we were
When we were in love
You were a dove
And I rose above you and preyed