Hope her hands are soft You're so easily bruised Not too terribly bright And she likes to be used My skins growing tough, so tough No, no, no, no My skins growing tough, so tough I'm at war with you Iron fist for you No she won't speak her mind You can't handle the truth Must be losing her sight You're getting long in the tooth I'm at war with you Iron fist for you
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