What would you do if I pricked your balloon?
Would you burst into tears and run to your room?
Or say it's just once in a very blue moon
Would you be aware you were leaking air?
Would you know some bitch of a witch somewhere?
Who's sticking pins in you, pins in you?L

Pride won't let you walk away
Without blood on your fists
Pride won't let you walk away
'Til you've ticked off your list
Come on baby, strut your stuff
[?] 'cause you're tough enough
'Til pride is satisfied and we can all go home

When you're [?] like you it's hard to be humble
You never think twice, you never stumble
The seeds of doubt, they never rumble
Vanity! Vanity! All is vanity!
Do you feel something for the rest of humanity?
We can't live up to you, up to you, up to you

Pride won't let you walk away
Without blood on your fists
Pride won't let you walk away
'Til you've ticked off your list
You look so majestic standing there
With the playful breeze blowing in your hair
'Til pride is satisfied and we can all go home

Show 'em what's wrong, show 'em how to do it
They fluffed it, they muffed it, they scuffed it, they blew it
The spanner's in the works and you know who threw it
A coupon short of a toaster there
Will you use your wit or your famous stare
To write the symphony, infamy, infamy?

Pride won't let you walk away
Without blood on your fists
Pride won't let you walk away
'Til you've ticked off your list
Come on baby, strut your stuff
[?] 'cause you're tough enough
'Til pride is satisfied and we can all go home

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Writer(s): Richard Thompson