I've been waiting for morning

To break the night

And I find the strength

To give up the fight

Because my bandages

Have fallen down

And this boxer's fought

Her last round

-On this side of the ring

My feet are sore

My back is aching

I'm bruised from the hits

I've been taking

-On this side of the ring

Bring me over

Help me hold my chin up

Help me keep my knees steady

Take my shaking hand

Three, two, one, now I'm ready

Pat me on the back

Give me some advice

Duck and weave, bob and weave

Hold my heavy heart

My soul knows the price

Duck and weave, bob and weave

Tie my shoe

Fasten my belt

Put on my gloves

Just don't let me melt

Duck and weave, bob and weave

Mop off my forehead

Whisper in my ear

Tell me of his weakness

Hit him here, here, here

Duck and weave, bob and weave

Help me keep my gloves up

It seems that they're made of lead

Keep my eyes wide open

Keep my heart fed

Duck and weave, bob and weave

Find the spot to hit him

Tell me where it is

Point out all the soft spots and

Shortcomings of his

Raise the glove

Send it soaring

Relish that bell

As his face meets the flooring

It's finally all done

Your hand on my shoulder

And the smile on your face

Makes me that much bolder

On the right side of the ring