So your grandmother stands to me

A woman I would be proud to be

And you say she reminds you of me

Every little boy is so naive

I will not be a victim of romance

I will not be a victim of circumstance

Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man

Who could get his dirty little hands on me

So your grandfather sounds like me

Head up shoulders back and proud to be

Every little girl is so naive

Falling in love with the first man that she sees

I will not be a victim of romance

I will not be a victim of circumstance

Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man

Who could get his dirty little hands on me

When we were in love (if we were)

When we were in love

I was an eagle

And you were a dove

Today I will feel something other than regret

Pass me a glass and half-smoked cigarette

I've damn near got no dignity left

I've damn near got no dignity left

I will not be a victim of romance

I will not be a victim of circumstance

Chance or romance or circumstance, or any man

Who could get his dirty little hands on me

When we were in love (if we were)

When we were in love

I was an eagle

And you were a dove

When we were in love (if we were)

When we were in love

You were a dove

And I rose above you and preyed