on your old block Do you strike those years from the record? Or do you take em face to face? I know you're one to pull no punches honey And I love you
Cause I love ya I love ya I'll hug ya I'll hug ya We can keep it fine But don't you cross the line Or I'll be Punchin you in your sleep Wake up hurtin
line Seems to me like they need to get punched Yeah, but where you gonna punch 'em? Yo, the choice is obvious I'll punch you in the jeans, I'll punch
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Punch-drunk intoxication There are jackals in power who feed on frustration Sheer will you move it or lose it There's power in numbers when are we gonna
grade school sociopath, teenage alcoholic, fraternity date rapist, company CEO kindergarten genius, middle school punching bag, junior high school dropout
' in his own vomit on the floor You gotta roll with the punches, little black boy That's what you got to do You got to roll with the punches Tap it baby
A wallflower punch talks to Judy In a crowded corner where anybody can listen in But they don't read page to page or speak easy Now they're gonna go say
Punch remembers where he has been Judy knows he's being fair Punch has always hugged her tightly Judy's waited on his touch Punch has dreamed about her
we've been through Words start to fly, my glass jaw and I Will find one to walk right into You knocked me out It was the sweetest punch The bell goes
Darlin' was a hit Started throwing punches She connects, never gets What she wants And she wants She's unhinged Swears now that was then Just a little
-yay-yay I don't ever wanna be here Like punching in a dream breathing life into my nightmare Way-yay-yay-yay-yay I don't ever wanna be here Like punching
on nothing but hunches Fighting my way to the top Rolling with all of the punches Wondering if they'd ever stop Rolling with all of the punches Lord
punch and kick and punch and kick and punch and kick and punch Who's you friend? Who's your friend? Where's your friend? I guess he'd rather be punch
Punched in the teeth Teeth by love Punched in the teeth Teeth by love Punched in the teeth Teeth by love Punched in the teeth Punched in the teeth Teeth by love Punched
hands that feel Why am I the last to know? Sheltered lives spent partially breathing Are gathered together under new religion Pulling punches, sleeping on our feet Pulling punches
that feel Why am I the last to know? Sheltered lives spent partially breathing Gathered together under new religion Pulling punches, moving, sleeping on our feet Pulling punches
