Bareknuckle Ballerina

from Recluses Unite! by Al Duvall

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lyrics

She plays a game where love means nothing, I do believe they call it tennis
She serves in court and has a racket not unlike a public menace
But this song's about her sister I met her at the greyhound track
She's fetching but she won't roll over and I'm not sure I want her back
I get such a tender feeling she's a thorny little rosebud
Down before her I am kneeling and I'm mopping up my nose blood
I know there must be some honey in that hive of angry bees
She's an emerald I'd love to swallow and smuggle overseas
It's like she's dancing on air sir when she dances with her fan sir
But while you wait for her to care sir you should smoke 'em if you can sir I've got to visit the organ grinder and get some monkey glands
I've got a bare knuckle ballerina on my hands
I'd loiter 'round the old gymnasium glimpsing my Olympic nymph
You came down off your pedestal and cracked my head against the plinth In the clinch I took advantage my swollen lip said "You are swell"
You held me tight inside a bandage and told the cops I tripped and fell When you kiss me with your knuckle it's a custom I am new to
When you belt me and I buckle a one-two punch in your tutu
Oh I still cherish that night in Paris when you were in St. Paul
And when the barkeep says "Name your poison" it's your name I call
Oh you give my heart a beating you take the tree out of the country
And I wonder why I'm greeting the grunting brunt of your effrontery
But then it hits me- I can't be happy without the misery
My little bare knuckle ballerina golly gee!