So your grandmother sounds to me
A woman I would be proud to be
And you say she reminds you of me
Every little boy is so naive, ohI will not be a victim of romance
I will not be a victim of circumstance
Chance, or circumstance, or romance
Or any man who can get his dirty little hands on me
Oh
NoSo your grandfather sounds like me
Head up, shoulders back and proud to be
Every little girl is so nave
Falling in love with the first man that she sees, ohI will not be a victim of romance
I will not be a victim of circumstance
Chance, or circumstance, or romance
Or any man who can get his dirty little hands on me
Oh
NoWhen we were in love
(If we were)
When we were in love
I was an Eagle
And you were a DoveToday I will feel something other than regret
Pass me a glass and a half smoked cigarette
I've damn near got no dignity left
I've damn near got no dignity left
OhI will not be a victim of romance
I will not be a victim of circumstance
Chance, or circumstance, or romance
Or any man who can get his dirty little hands on me
Oh
NoWhen we were in love
(If we were)
When we were in love
I was an Eagle
And you were a DoveWhen we were in love
(If we were)
When we were in love
You were a Dove
And I rose above you and preyed