| I lick their hands clean of bark and bite | 
| So they can sleep deep at night | 
| Ah, all my girls like to fight | 
| I wish I could throw the first punch | 
| But purity curbs my tongue | 
| Ah, oh, and I’m not gonna be the one to try | 
| You like to make me suffer | 
| Thought we loved one another | 
| I saw all your old lovers around | 
| Be quiet, don’t make a sound | 
| 'Cause all your girls like to fight | 
| I’d like to make you suffer | 
| Thought we loved one another | 
| I saw all my old lovers around | 
| Be quiet, don’t make a sound | 
| 'Cause all my girls like to fight | 
| Fight, fight, fight, fight | 
| All my girls like to fight | 
| One with the baseball bat in the pen | 
| Two with the sword, stick, strike and defend | 
| Three with the kick-spin, make her the kingpin | 
| Closes her eyes when she’s counting to ten | 
| Four with the bullseye shot | 
| Five with the flare when the target’s hot | 
| Mmm, mmm | 
| Six with the stake pushed straight through your heart | 
| Seven’s a tough one, selfish and smart | 
| Eight with the reflex fast, it’s a defect | 
| Looks in your eyes when she strikes, it’s an art | 
| Nine with the arrow and the bow | 
| Ten with the Glock stashed away on the low | 
| Mmm, mmm | 
| You like to make me suffer | 
| Thought we loved one another | 
| I saw all your old lovers around | 
| Be quiet, don’t make a sound | 
| 'Cause all your girls like to fight | 
| I’d like to make you suffer | 
| Thought we loved one another | 
| I saw all my old lovers around | 
| Be quiet, don’t make a sound | 
| 'Cause all my girls like to fight | 
| Fight, fight, fight, fight | 
| All my girls like to fight | 
| Fight, fight, fight, fight | 
| All my girls like to fight | 
| Mmm | 
| Throw the first punch | 
| Now that we’re done | 
| Better put on your gun | 
| Put your fists up or run (Ah) | 
| Mmm mmm | 
| Mmm | 
| Throw the first punch | 
| Now that we’re done | 
| Better put on your gun | 
| Put your fists up or run (Ah) | 
| Mmm mmm |