And in the red corner, coming in at £1 million,
with a record of zero wins and 1,000 losses,
Peter Peterborough, Bear Winkler!
And the winner is...
I
was sleeping on with one simple sentence,
you stole my life in its tracks,
became ash, a fraction of myself,
lost that seat for years and I always forgave you for that.
Why I oughta get that kid in the mirror,
a swift right hook,
a left right goodnight.
Why I oughta get that kid in the mirror,
a swift right hook,
a left right goodnight.
You made a knife out of my kindness,
you reflected my compassion,
so I wouldn't see the steel in your hand.
You cut me and bled out all the love I had,
weak and tired,
I always forgave you for that.
Why I oughta get that kid in the mirror,
a swift right hook,
a left right goodnight.
Why I oughta get that kid in the mirror,
a swift right hook,
a left right goodnight.
I
had grey hanging heavy on my eyelids an
eternity and I always forgave you for that.
But now I'm crying at every TV show,
just the mildly sappy stuff,
and I won't let that feeling of numb ever come back.
I chose a different career ideals,
final purpose,
I slave to youth and human nature.
I'm fine,
I like it,
the kid in the mirror,
a straight right hook,
a left right goodnight