knockout
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Girl you're a cute one, a quiet one
The one I really really want one
I was lovin' you from a far
But I stepped in to feel that fire
January's never been so hot
Till I shot the question...
The nervous sensation running down my skin,
the only thing I feel is the desire to win.
The wraps in my gloves are sweaty,
my shoulders and arms feel heavy.
I threw my last punches with all my power,