Well she might mean well
But she got a temper from hell
She might bake you a pie
But then she'll spit in your eye
She might pour you a glass
Before she kicks your ass
She'll take you out on the town
Before she puts you right down
Voila, la la la, c'est moi, voila
She's a spitfire
Voila, la la la, c'est moi, voila
She's a spitfire
She's got a way with her words
But I ain't no sick lovebird
She tried to find a way
Some way to make me pay
Uh Uh
She's got a plan in her head
Where I'd be better off dead
No no no no I got no time
I got to make my way back home
Voila, la la la, c'est moi, voila
She's a spitfire
Voila, la la la, c'est moi, voila
She's a spitfire
Watch out now
Spitfire comin' to getcha
She's a spitfire

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Writer(s): Rainer Willeke