Prize Fighter

The Killers

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    She's a killer by the day
    A fire by night
    She's a famous architect, like Frank Lloyd Wright
    When it comes to tightrope walkin', 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 gonna be her prize fighter
    I know that she's out of my league
    I'm gonna 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-makin' gypsy steals her away

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    There ain't no doubt about it
    I'm a slave to her shade of love
    One day her majesty the Queen, unprovoked and unforseen
    Is gonna fly her over to England, put that sword on her shoulder,
    And knight her!

    I'm gonna be her prize fighter
    No label's gonna change where she's from
    I'm gonna be her prize fighter
    And I'm dancin' to the beat of her drum

    And she's always on my side, rich or poor
    And she's with me all the way to the Golden Door
    My lioness, my pièce de résistance
    My only way

    I'm gonna drive me an El Dorado
    The colour of her Monterrey eyes
    With twin bullet tail lights
    And plates that we desire

    I'm gonna be her prize fighter
    Though the weather may be foul
    I'm gonna be her prize fighter
    Though the wind and the wolves my howl

    (Prize fighter)
    Through the sunshine, through the rain
    I'm gonna be her prize fighter
    Over and over again

    Song details

    Composition: Brandon Flowers, Mark Stoermer, Dave Keuning, and Ronnie Vannucci

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