She wants me to go out
And find somebody to fight
She reads too many books
She got nails inside her head
She reads too many books
She got nails inside her head
Yeah, she will not be satisfied
Until I want them dead
You need a different kinda man, babe
One that can grab and hold your heart
Need a different kind of man, babe
One that can hold and grab your heart
You need a different kind of man
You need, you need Napoleon Bonaparte
Well, when I'm dead
No more good times will I crave
When I'm dead
No more good times will I crave
You can stand and shout hero
All over my lonesome grave

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