Hey Girl Fighter

Bring a quarter for the funk

Punched and shot Hadoukens
Kicked and Shoryukened
Through my first three bouts
But now I doubt
I'll go any further
Just can't seem to hurt her
Oh, my female foe
In skin tight clothes

Hey girl fighter
Hey girl fighter
With your killer thighs
And kicks so high
Hey girl fighter
Hey girl fighter
Every single bout
You knock me out

I can't bear to hit her
Nothing seems to fit her
Oh, it must be hard
In that sexist garb
To get a kick or punch in
No wardrobe malfunction
Maybe not, 'cause I
Lose every time

Hey girl fighter
Hey girl fighter
With your killer thighs
And kicks so high
Hey girl fighter
Hey girl fighter
Every single bout
You knock me out

Don't care if she is the best
Combatant, better than the rest
Her moves and her outrageous chest
They'd never pass the Bechdel test
Still, I am ashamed to say
I just can't take my eyes away
And losing to her feels like bliss
Does that make me a chauvinist?

This is where we pause the game and go
Hey girl fighter
Hey girl fighter
With your killer thighs
And kicks so high
Hey girl fighter
Hey girl fighter
Every single bout
You knock me out

Hey girl fighter
Hey girl fighter
With your killer thighs
And kicks so high
Hey girl fighter
Hey girl fighter
Every single bout
You knock me out



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Horne
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