I get rid of you with everything I doI get rid of you x2You’re my kind of womanTell me what to doAnd I will not pretend to beExtending a hand that holds the keyUnlocking a plan that can consider youAnd you are ill prepared to fightLiving in a world of soft and whiteIn air conditioned battle zonesI pity youAnd from here to youI’m seeing souls in collisionWho can they be? With eyes in all directionsBut why can’t they see? That the site of youIs starting up a war inside of meThe sight of youIs building up a war inside of meYou’re my kind of womanI get rid of you