Prize Fighter Lover - Meat Loaf

It’s a bend-out, burned-out, bird-hound Saturday night

Under the crimson cut-throat canyon sky

Ah, the city’s on fire but the hills are alive

With the sound of this night

Baby leans close and she whispers she don’t care

She wraps her legs round my waist

Runs her fingers through my hair

She rests her head on these soft tail lights

Feel the world rushing under this bike

Hear the cold highway explode, in rubber and fire

Now the only thing that matters

is this leather cutting through this California wind

She said, «Take me anywhere»

She said, «Take me everywhere»

Everybody’s got someone they don’t wanna be

You don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be me

Everybody’s got a plan, everybody’s got a dream

I ain’t got nothing, I just wanna be free

Ain’t much that’s mine, but these boots and this time

Maybe I’ll take you right out of here

Baby, I’ll take you right out of here

I’m a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer

Now the 101 is blacker than a funeral parade

I grab the throttle, left a scar on the interstate

You see, the funny thing about leaving town

You leave something you think you can’t live without

Now we’re heading north, but she’s looking south

She whispered one last request, apologize to the desert wind

She said, «I'll never look back again»

She said, «I'll never look back again»

Everybody’s got someone they don’t wanna be

You don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be me

Everybody’s got a plan, everybody’s got a dream

I ain’t got nothing, I just wanna be free

Ain’t much that’s mine, but these boots and this time

Baby, I’ll take you right out of here

Baby, I’ll take you right out of here

I’m a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer

I got you right here, tucked behind my ear

Whisper all your fears and your dreams to me

I can feel you here, I feel your scarred soul speak

With the longing and the nerving and its depth and its need

The night is alive, this voice is a knife

Riding shotgun tonight on your contra-band soul

I got a keen premonition, a wild proposition

Let the smouldering hunger in you explode

She ripped the knife from the scene with a fugitive scream and a gypsy prayer

She said, «Take me anywhere»

She said, «Take me everywhere»

Everybody’s got someone they don’t wanna be

You don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be me

Everybody’s got a plan, everybody’s got a dream

I ain’t got nothing, I just wanna be free

Ain’t much that’s mine, but these boots and this time

Baby, I’ll take you right out of here

Baby, I’ll take you right out of here

Baby, I’ll take you right out of here

I’m a prize fight lover, soul

I’m a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer