I’d rather be a stranger
Than one of the president’s men
I ain’t no palace bear, oh no
I’d rather be a teenage tiger
Than shaking hands with congress-men
I’m on the run for a first lady I knew
It didn’t come from way up above
It wasn’t written in the national law
But you’re a princess in faded blue jeans and I’m in love
I wanna hold you
I’m gonna love you
You’re so flashy, I say you show!
I don’t have to reign for money
I don’t need a pistol or a knife
I don’t have to budge in to get you into my life
I’d rather be a teenage tiger
Than one of the president’s men
I ain’t no palace bear, oh no
Oh no
I wanna love you
I’m gonna hold you (Tight)
You’re so flashy, I say you show!
I wanna love you
I’m gonna hold you (Tight)
You showed-a me right back to my room!