So your grandmother sounds to me A woman I would be proud to be And you say she reminds you of me Every little boy is so naive, oh I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me So your grandfather sounds like me Head up, shoulders back and proud to be Every little girl is so naive Falling in love with the first man that she sees I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me When we were in love, if we were When we were in love I was an eagle And you were a dove Today I will feel something other than regret Pass me a glass and a half-smoked cigarette I've damn near got no dignity left I've damn near got no dignity left, oh I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me When we were in love, if we were When we were in love I was an eagle And you were a dove When we were in love, if we were When we were in love You were a dove And I rose above you and preyed