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

Im 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

Shes ninety per cent joan of arc and ten per cent jock

She works the crowd she knows new yorks her town

Gets that twinkle in her eye and lays that mother down



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Lonely nights make fantasies run wild

Shes with me and shes with child

And I will love her evermore

And I will rub her when shes sore

And I will share her with the world

Thats 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 Ive got

Maybe she could love me probably not

But you cant put the points up if you dont take the shot



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