Prize Fight Lover Meat Loaf

It’s a bend-out, burned-out, bird-hound Saturday night
Under the crimson cut-throat canyon sky
Ah, the city’s on fire but the hills are alive
With the sound of this night

Baby leans close and she whispers she don’t care
She wraps her legs round my waist
Runs her fingers through my hair
She rests her head on these soft tail lights
Feel the world rushing under this bike
Hear the cold highway explode, in rubber and fire

Now the only thing that matters is this leather cutting through this California wind
She said, “Take me anywhere”
She said, “Take me everywhere”

Everybody’s got someone they don’t wanna be
You don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be me
Everybody’s got a plan, everybody’s got a dream
I ain’t got nothing, I just wanna be free

Ain’t much that’s mine, but these boots and this time
Maybe I’ll take you right out of here
Baby, I’ll take you right out of here
I’m a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer