Fighting Tiger Lewis Paroles

Just the cider in your sweat
Can I keep your shirt? Yes.

Bend me over, eyebrow raised
The rational response is to run away
But count to ten, I won't sway
Bend me over, eyebrow raised
You saw, you conquered and you came
You won in a way, but it was a good game.

He's a killer, a knockout, a tiger.

Dancing or dictating
In dark corners it's best
Up The Racket
My moves are wasted, my breath
I know I'm beat, you know I've guessed it
Mirror you, trip up - I am stupid in your stare
Pull me to your hips, yeh.
Itching to go
Nowhere we're going
Happy, yes, plans, no
Speaking patterns in the air
Kiss me like a leading man, again

Bend me over, eyebrow raised
The rational response is to run away
But count to ten, I won't sway.
Bend me over, eyebrow raised
You saw, you conquered and you came
You won in a way, but it was a good game.

1, 2, 3, 4, wham bam
I'm on the floor.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
No more.
He's a killer, a knockout, a tiger.