The ref said, "Keep it clean. Standing eight-count in effect." I'd heard about her right, it's her left I won't expect She caught me on the heart with a jab I didn't see I'm dancing like a butterfly, but she's stinging like a bee
It's clobbering time And I'm down, but I'm not out It's clobbering time And there goes the bell
Feeling cocky in my corner when we got in the ring But my confidence was on the ropes when she took her first swing I've always had the upper hand in the tale of the tape But in this title fight of love, I'm a featherweight
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