| All day long she holds it back |
| Back with all her might |
| She carries a burnin' torch inside |
| She holds it firm and tight |
| She punches out the clock |
| While it keeps punchin' out her life |
| She’s a flamethrower, red-hot glower |
| Flamethrower at night |
| The things she wears at work |
| They hang off her kinda loose |
| Her blouse don’t fit, the pants ain’t right |
| She ain’t no front page news |
| But when her work is done |
| And the daytime turns to night |
| The headlines flash in neon |
| That the girl has taken flight |
| Chairman of the board |
| Won’t look her in the eye |
| The fire of her vision |
| His money just can’t buy |
| Silently she waits |
| Silently she contemplates |
| She can make 'em tremble |
| You know the reason why |
| She’s a flame — flamethrower |
| She’s a flamethrower at night |
| She’s a flame — a red-hot glower |
| She’s a flamethrower at night |
| You might think you’re burnin' |
| All your candles at both ends |
| Maybe you should go to church |
| To make up some amends |
| But if you think you’re fireproof |
| So cool and much too much |
| Don’t dare go near my baby |
| 'Cause she’ll melt you with her touch |
| I forget the darkness |
| I forget the pain |
| When she’s movin' through my heart |
| And when she’s pumpin' through my veins |
| She’s the part inside me |
| I never can control |
| And she’s the only reason |
| I know I’ve got a soul |