A Winner Needs A Wand Lyrics

A Winner Needs A Wand lyrics

Like it's killing me

It's kidding me around

This bite, you bit on me

You put on me a gown



That fits me like a quarter door

That hits me like a sound

It's like you shut on me

Or shouldn't be around



Like the fennel seed

The funny gene you found

I like the man-o-weeds

The man-o-wars abound



That fits me like a quarter door

That hits me like a sound

I might just win a war

A matador around



There's still nothing I can say to change

My news for you

There's still nothing, you can do to exchange

My dues to you



Like you fit on me

To bit on me a bound

This life that's shut on me

That shouldn't be the grounds



To emulate an epicene

To elevate a sound

This life, a winner needs

A winner needs a wand



Never want to blame you

Bound you, blame me

Never want the blame you bound



Never want to blame you

Bound me, blame you

Never want the fame you found



And where's the same

And where's the strong

And where's the guard

And where's the one who tries to make you?