Adam AntMarco Pirroni

In for a penny in for a pound

If she walks by you better turn around

She wants sparkle and she don't give a damn

As well be hung for

A sheep than a lamb

So be her Daddy

She hits back

Kiss the Drummer

Rat-a-tat-tat

Got to learn to laugh at this

Laugh and enjoy herself

Miss Fierce Kiss the Drummer

Little by little, bit by bit

Love stood laughing at this locksmith

She may be wrong, and she may be right

But barking dogs they

Seldom bite

In the panic and the traumas

Miss Fierce puts a bee

Fierce Legwarmers

When men think big

And by golly they do

Don't wanna go crying

Boo-hooing at you