Hope her hands are soft

You're so easily bruised

Not too terribly bright

And she likes to be used

My skins growing tough, so tough

No, no, no, no

My skins growing tough, so tough

I'm at war with you

Iron fist for you

No she won't speak her mind

You can't handle the truth

Must be losing her sight

You're getting long in the tooth

I'm at war with you

Iron fist for you