Others can't recognise her unrivalled grace
Bulky calves, sturdy thighs, lovely chiselled face
Collar bones well-defined, Herculean arms
I can't find peace of mind, can't resist her charms

She's Jarmila Kratochvílová
She's strong and fast, remains unsurpassed
Short hair on curls, beats the other girls
And how she runs, like balletic dance

I'm in love, I'm in awe, a bizarre romance
Hunky girl with no flaw, I make my advance

Dear Jarmila Kratochvílová
I crave those limbs, drag me to the gym
Let's wrestle too though the odds are skewed
You are my queen, will you marry me?

Dear Jarmila Kratochvílová
You are my queen, will you marry me?

But she runs... runs...
She runs... runs...
Runs... runs...

Oh, poor Jarmila Kratochvílová
What's half a mile, I have all the time
Can't run away, I will catch your pace
Run far enough, I will call your bluff

Kratochvílová
Run, take your time, you will be my wife
Run, when you're caught, don't be too distraught
Run, marathon, and I have you won

She runs