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 romance or circumstance, 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 they see

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

Today I will feel something other than regret
Pass me a glass and have some 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
You were a dove
And I rose above you and preyed

When we were in love (if we were)
When we were in love
I was an eagle
You were a dove