WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON
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Sitting in this trailer park tonight
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Still basking in the memory of that glorious fight
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It hit me when she stepped into the ring
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Floating like a butterfly and I still feel the sting
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CHORUS
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I got it bad for an Arm Wrestling Woman
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I'm going mad for an arm wrestling girl
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I gotta steel my courage lay it on the line
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But I got to make her mine
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She gently puts her elbow on the block
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She's ninety per cent Joan of Arc and ten per cent jock
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She works the crowd she knows New York's her town
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Gets that twinkle in her eye and lays that mother down
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CHORUS
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Lonely nights make fantasies run wild
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She's with me and she's with child
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And I will love her evermore
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And I will rub her when she's sore
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And I will share her with the world
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That's just the way it is with an arm wrestling girl
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Standing in this ice cold parking lot
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To tell her my intentions will take all that I've got
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Maybe she could love me probably not
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But you can't put the points up if you don't take the shot
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CHORUS
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Arm Wrestling Woman
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