Spitfire (Termagant) Songtext
von Rainer Willeke

Well she might mean well
But she got a temper from hell
She might bake you a pie
But then she′ll spit in your eye
She might pour you a glass
Before she kicks your ass
She'll take you out on the town
Before she puts you right down

Voila, la la la, c′est moi, voila
She's a spitfire
Voila, la la la, c'est moi, voila
She′s a spitfire


She′s got a way with her words
But I ain't no sick lovebird
She tried to find a way
Some way to make me pay
Uh Uh
She′s got a plan in her head
Where I'd be better off dead
No no no no I got no time
I got to make my way back home

Voila, la la la, c′est moi, voila
She's a spitfire
Voila, la la la, c′est moi, voila
She's a spitfire

Watch out now
Spitfire comin' to getcha

She′s a spitfire