Fighter

He knocked me down again
Pulled out all the stops
This time I fought him back
'till someone called the cops.

"Somebody help her, please,
She can't take him alone
I think he's killing her!"
The cops heard through the phone

What the neighbor didn't know was that I'd gotten stronger
I wasn't going to stand for beatings any longer, no.
What I'd done would get me twenty-five to life
But they weren't going to take me in alive

Oh, I'm not over,
No, not just yet
There's still some fight in these bones
Go on and place your bets

Ten on the girl in the curls and the blood-stained dress
The one with the gun in her hands and her hair a mess
They'll know my name and the fame I brought to this town
They'll know why I didn't cry before I shot him down.

But I'm not over
No, not just yet.