So your grandmother stands to meA woman I would be proud to beAnd you say she reminds you of meEvery little boy is so naiveI will not be a victim of romanceI will not be a victim of circumstanceChance or romance or circumstance, or any manWho could get his dirty little hands on meSo your grandfather sounds like meHead up shoulders back and proud to beEvery little girl is so naiveFalling in love with the first man that they seeI will not be a victim of romanceI will not be a victim of circumstanceChance or romance or circumstance, or any manWho could get his dirty little hands on meWhen we were in love (if we were)When we were in loveAnd you were a doveToday I will feel something other than regretPass me a glass and have some cigaretteI've damn near got no dignity leftI've damn near got no dignity leftI will not be a victim of romanceI will not be a victim of circumstanceChance or romance or circumstance, or any manWho could get his dirty little hands on meWhen we were in love (if we were)When we were in loveYou were a doveAnd I rose above you and preyedWhen we were in love (if we were)When we were in loveYou were a dove
