Fighter - Sneaker Pimps, Simonne Jones

Whatcha doin'

Whatcha doin' to my world

Whatcha doin'

She’s telling me she’s got to believe

That she can really hear the earthquake

That she can truly feel the ground shake

On her own

She’s frantic like a runaway thief

Fault lines for the cracks in the pavement

Damaging internal statements

When she’s on her own

She’s fighting the flames just to cool down

Riding the waves on the slowdown

She’s always been a fighter

She’s always been a fighter

Whatcha doin'

Whatcha doin' to my world

Whatcha doin'

She looks over her shoulder again

Checking someone owns the voices

No more options just hard choices

On her own

Paralyzed and powerless

Feeling speeded up and crawling (feeling speeded up and crawling)

Never hits the ground for falling

When she’s on her own

She’s fighting the flames just to cool down

Riding the waves on the slowdown

She’s always been a fighter

She’s always been a fighter

Fighting the flames just to cool down (Whatcha doin')

Riding the waves on the slowdown (Whatcha doin')

She’s always been a fighter

She’s always been a fighter

Hopeless as the stars align

To stop her slipping into the vortex

She never really gets the context

On her own

She’s breaking the spell of her outrage

Bending the bars of her own cage

She’s always been a fighter

She’s always been a fighter

Whatcha doin'

Whatcha doin' to my world

Whatcha doin'

(Fighter)

She’s fighting the flames just to cool down (just to cool down)

Riding the waves on the slowdown (on the slowdown)

She’s always been a fighter (fighter)

She’s always been a fighter (fighter)