i'm the kind of girl i want that whole wide world nothing more nothing less i don't want second best ah but my associates why they're no more than opiates always dragging me down dash my hopes to the ground but they must be kidding or wishful thinking adding fuel to the fire of my ambition i'll make a date oh no i won't be late and why of course he'll be there he'll promise he'll sweur but all i ever find been spun that same old line it's happened time and time again before but these things and more widen the score and it's one up for ambition i really have a go you know you've got to hand it to me i've got a heart of gold but i'm a wolf in mutton's clothes someday my time will come i'll feel i can't go on i may not care or even know it's there but then i'll have my fun so 'till then just press on don't lose your grip don't lose ambition