AN: I was asked which Aizen I am using. "Sexy, Superman" Aizen, of course. I can't help but make him look like an idiot (especially after Shinji put the "WTF?" look on his face. PRICELESS moment in Bleach history). Expect more Aizen hater-ade (I think he's hot, but that's about as far as my love for him goes. Someone THAT evil shouldn't be THAT good-looking. Damn you, Kubo). 21 reviews last chapter… I love you guys XD

Simply Deep

Chapter 11: Knock You Down

Orihime numbly placed her cup of milk in the microwave and turned it on. She turned around and leaned against the counter. She immediately got lost in her thoughts. Unconsciously, she brought her right hand to her lips. She touched them almost hesitantly.

I can't believe I kissed him, Orihime thought. Then she giggled. Well, he kissed me, too. Still... It was... so weird.

She blinked a few times, coming out of her trance. She turned abruptly to see her milk starting to boil in the microwave and spill over the top of the mug. "Crap! Crap! Crap!" she yelled as she hurried to take it out.

After making hot chocolate with what was left of the milk, Orihime received a visit from a somewhat drunk Rangiku and Gin. She let the two in, wondering to herself if they had driven.

"Rangiku, did you two drive?" she asked.

Rangiku shook her head. "Course not! As if that old turd Aizen would let us drive! So, we told Toshiro to take us, but he couldn't see over the steering wheel of the truck. So we had to get Momo to drive." She turned around. "Where are they, anyway?"

Gin had already taken a seat on the sofa and was laying on a pillow. "Said somethin' 'bout comin' back later," he mumbled into the pillow.

Rangiku shrugged and looked at Orihime. "So, how was it at Ulquiorra's?" she asked. She watched Orihime smile and turn beet red. Rangiku's smile widened and she suddenly reminded Orihime of Gin. "You did not!"

Orihime blinked. "I did not what?" she asked.

"You kissed him!" Rangiku said happily.

"How... How... How..."

"It's so obvious! You look so happy it's ridiculous. Something obviously happened. The only thing that's plausible is that you two finally made something happen." Rangiku started looking for something to eat in the kitchen. "So who made the first move? You or him?"

"I suppose it was me. I kissed him first. And then..." Orihime trailed off, looking down at the melting marshmallows in her mug.

"Oh Hime! I'm so proud of you! You've made womanly progress." Rangiku walked over to the sofa, eating gingerbread cookies. She tapped Gin, getting him to sit up. He started to reach for cookies and she smacked his hand. Then she handed him a cookie and looked back at Orihime. "So what's next for you two lovebirds? A date?"

Orihime blinked. She sat down across from Rangiku. "Well, we didn't really discuss any of that..."

"You mean you didn't talk after the little kisses?"

"Ulquiorra isn't very verbal to begin with. I think he prefers comfortable silence," Orihime answered. "That seems to be his comfort zone."

"And what's your comfort zone?" Rangiku asked through a mouthful of cookie.

Orihime shrugged. "I suppose I'm there along with him. If we had immediately talked afterwards, it would've made it even more awkward."

Rangiku sighed. "Talk about taking it slow."

"Slow as molasses," Gin mumbled from Rangiku's lap.

Orihime looked at Gin. "Is he all right?" she asked.

"Who? Gin? Oh, he'll be fine. He just drank too much eggnog and is now reaping the rewards of it. He and Shuuhei decided they wanted to have a contest. Shuuhei is still passed out in the living room." Rangiku thumped Gin on the nose. "Always trying to outdo someone. Everyone knows you're just a lightweight."

"Shuddup..." Gin moaned.

Rangiku shook her head. Then she looked back at Orihime, who was stirring her hot chocolate again. "What are you doing for the New Year?"

Orihime shrugged. "I hadn't really thought about it. Ulquiorra's final week is this week. He's supposed to have some more tests and then he's good to go home. Why?"

"Party at Aizen's!" Rangiku squealed. "He doesn't know it yet, though. So, it'll just sorta happen. I swear that man has a rod up his ass. Plus, I think he has some sort of complex. I can't quite place my finger on it, though..."

"It's a god-complex, Ran. I keep tellin' ya that," Gin piped.

"Yeah. Aizen thinks he's God's gift to... the world, I suppose. Wait'll he sees his place on New Year's Eve..." Rangiku noticed Orihime had gone back to stirring her hot chocolate. "So are you going to bring Ulquiorra?" she asked.

Orihime looked up immediately. "Well, uh..."

"It could be your first official date!"

"Well, I don't know..."

"It's going to happen."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Trust me."

Ulquiorra slammed his notebook shut. He was back at the hospital, the pasty walls back in place and the colorfulness of his home forgotten. He had just finished the homework given to him over the break. He had done it to quell his anxiety. Unfortunately, the anxiety remained.

What was I thinking? What was SHE thinking? Why did we kiss? More importantly, why did it feel... right? he thought while running a troubled hand through his hair. Ulquiorra was no good at handling emotions and the ones he dealt with he usually dealt with by constant suppression.

Suppression was not working at the moment.

His inner turmoil was interrupted by Yoruichi and Soifon entering. Ulquiorra took notice of the golden rings at the end of Soifon's pigtails, Grimmjow's Christmas gifts to her. Apparently the rings had been a good idea for gifts.

"How are you today, Ulquiorra?" Yoruichi asked. She looked at Ulquiorra's condition. He appeared somewhat disheveled and... confused. "Well, don't you look happy."

Ulquiorra looked away from her and down at his bed. Then he sighed. "Is there something you need, Yoruichi?" he asked.

"Not really. I just came to hand you your discharge papers." Yoruichi handed him a few papers. "You're officially free from our care, Ulquiorra. Isn't that great?" she asked.

Ulquiorra stared down at the papers for a moment. They were stamped and signed for his release. He was free to leave the hospital. He looked up at Yoruichi and Soifon. Soifon's expression had not changed but Yoruichi was beaming at him.

"Thank you," he said.

"Sure. Don't you have someone to go see?"

Ulquiorra blinked, a clueless look upon his face. "Who?"

Before Yoruichi could answer, Orihime stumbled into the room. She appeared out of breath. She noticed that Ulquiorra, Yoruichi, and Soifon were looking at her. Soifon shook her head at the girl's clumsiness. Orihime stood up straight and straightened her clothes out. She entered the room properly, smiling at the older women.

"Um, hi, Yoruichi and Soifon. Those are really nice rings, Soifon," she said.

Soifon blinked. "Thank you," she replied, a little surprised that Orihime had noticed them. "Ulquiorra's received his discharge papers. Perhaps you could help see him off."

Orihime looked from the older woman to Ulquiorra. He had not said anything to her yet. He barely managed to hold her gaze for more than ten seconds before looking away. Orihime nodded to Soifon. Both Yoruichi and Soifon then left the room. Orihime approached Ulquiorra, removing her gloves.

"Hi, Ulquiorra," she said quietly as she stared at the floor.

Ulquiorra looked up at her. "Why do you look like you've done something wrong?"

Orihime raised her head slowly. "Well, you aren't exactly making this conversation easy," she said.

Ulquiorra turned his head to the side in question. "Why wouldn't talking to me be easy? You've never had a problem with it before," he said.

Orihime took a deep breath, fidgeting nervously with her fingers. "Well, with what happened on Christmas night and stuff... I was afraid things would be a little awkward. I've been a little nervous about it," she said.

Ulquiorra stared blankly at her for a moment. Then he looked away from her. "You are being foolish in your assumptions, woman. I feel no anxiety and neither should you," he said. He was lying through his teeth. He did not know if Orihime could tell. From her actions, he figured she could not. She simply sat down.

"Maybe I am just being silly. Still," she finally looked at him, "did it mean anything to you?" she asked.

"Did what mean anything?"

Orihime stared at him. Does he even remember?

"Do you know what I'm talking about?" Orihime asked.

"You are referring to what happened after dinner in the doorway to my room. I do remember, woman. My memory is just fine," Ulquiorra said. "Was it supposed to mean anything?" he asked.

Never had he seen her face fall so fast. She looked as though he had taken her heart and ripped it from her chest. For some reason he did not like seeing that look on her face. She looked away before he could say anything, hiding her face behind her hair.

"Um, Rangiku wanted me to invite you to her New Year's party. Since you're being discharged, do you want to come?" she asked, still not looking at him.

Ulquiorra said nothing for the longest, still observing her. "Do you want me to accompany you? I will if that is what you wish," he said.

Orihime opened her eyes. Accompany me? He's making it seem like it's a da... She turned her head back to him. Ulquiorra was looking at her with a very bored expression. She sat up straight in her chair, feeling her cheeks redden.

"Do you plan on answering the question, woman?" he asked tiredly.

Orihime nodded quickly. "Yeah! I mean, yes. Yes, I want you to come with me."

Ulquiorra nodded. "Then I will take you."

"A date?" Tatsuki asked.

"It's not a date," Orihime said as she held two different shirts up to her chest. She was standing in the mirror.

Tatsuki was leaning against her door pane watching her friend fret over what to wear to the party. She had come home to the news that Orihime was going to a party at Rangiku's and Ulquiorra was taking her. Or rather... he was just going along with her.

"Orihime, this is a date. Just admit it," Tatsuki said.

Orihime threw the two shirts back on her bed and picked up two more. She looked back in the mirror. "No, it is not. We're just friends. I think," she said.

Tatsuki raised an eyebrow. "You think? What's that mean? You either are or you aren't. Pick a team, Orihime," she said. Orihime sighed and looked at Tatsuki. "Something happened while I was gone, didn't it? You two didn't get frisky, did you?"

"No!" Orihime said loudly. "We just... kissed. That's all," she said. It didn't even last that long. Just a few... minutes. Maybe only a minute." Orihime's voice had gradually tapered off into a whisper. Tatsuki approached her. Orihime faced her and smiled weakly. Tatsuki simply smiled sheepishly. "It was just a kiss... or two."

"I can't believe you really did it." Tatsuki crossed her arms. "I'm actually sorta proud of you," she said with a smirk.

Orihime's smile widened. "Really?" Tatsuki nodded and smiled back. Then she noticed Orihime's smile fade. "Well, Ulquiorra is choosing not to really acknowledge it for some reason. When I went to see him he acted like nothing happened."

"Really? What a jerk!" Tatsuki said loudly. "Maybe he's just anxious."

"Anxious? Why would he be anxious? That doesn't make any sense," she said.

Tatsuki sat down on Orihime's bed. "He's shy." She took note of the look Orihime was giving her and laughed. "I know Ulquiorra doesn't seem like the type to get anxious or shy, but he is. He's probably never really had any interaction with a girl before. You're the first. So, he doesn't know how to react."

Orihime nodded slowly. "So, he does like me?"

"I'm positive he does if he kissed you. He's just having a really hard time expressing those feelings."

It was then that Orihime noticed that Tatsuki was dressed in the mirror. She faced her. Tatsuki wore an orange sweater and black pants. She had on black boots as well. "Tatsuki, where are you going? Are you coming to Rangiku's, too?" she asked.

Tatsuki turned pink. She shook her head immediately. "No. I'm, uh, going to a party with Uryuu. His father's hospital is having a party. He was asked to bring a guest, so he asked me," she said quickly.

Orihime crossed her arms. "A date?" she asked.

"It is NOT a date," Tatsuki replied.

"Sure it isn't." Orihime went back to looking at different outfits, a small smile on her face.

Ulquiorra stood outside in the cold. His hands were jammed in his pockets. His green scarf was tied so tightly around his neck he might as well have been hanging himself. His disobedient hair was slightly obscuring his vision, but he did not remove his hands from his coat pockets to adjust it. Instead, he just stood, staring at the door to Orihime's dormitory. He looked up at the name of the building: KOKORO DORMITORY. He had no idea why he was so nervous.

This is ridiculous. I should be able to just go and retrieve the woman to walk to this ludicrous party. Why am I just standing here? he asked himself. Ulquiorra shook his head and finally grabbed the door. He yanked it open and walked in. When he arrived at Orihime's room, he again had another staring match with the door. He slowly removed his hand from the door.

Then it swung open, revealing Tatsuki. A taller, thin guy with glasses was behind her. Tatsuki's smile wavered for a moment when she realized who it was. She looked Ulquiorra over and then nodded, as if giving her approval. Ulquiorra nodded in return.

"Happy New Year," Tatsuki said. She made her way past Ulquiorra. Her date followed her, leaving the door open for Ulquiorra.

Ulquiorra pushed it open and entered slowly. He was not surprised to see that Orihime's dorm was quite different from his. Where the dorm he shared with Grimmjow was always relatively clean (thanks mostly impart to him), Orihime's dorm looked very... lived-in. It was also very, very feminine. There were a lot of pictures of her friends around. Orihime seemed happy enough in them; she was always somewhere in the middle of her circle of friends.

"Ulquiorra!" Orihime shrieked as she came out of her room and saw him standing in the middle of the living area. He turned his head and looked at her. For a moment, he did not recognize her. "You're here so early."

Ulquiorra had never seen Orihime with her hair up before. It was odd to see it now. However, she looked so elegant. The color of her eyes was even more prevalent now that he could see them clearly. Ulquiorra's eyes traveled from her face to the black cowl neck sweater dress she wore. She had on black leggings along with gray boots.

"We're supposed to be walking," Ulquiorra said, drawing his eyes elsewhere. He did not want to be caught staring at her. "You look... personable," he said. His voice almost cracked. Then he realized what word he said and mentally face-palmed. He immediately looked at Orihime for her reaction. She looked like she wanted to laugh.

"Personable? Ulquiorra, I bet you can do better than that," she said.

Ulquiorra cleared his throat and straightened up. "You look... fine," he stated.

Orihime nodded. "I guess that'll do." She turned on her heel. "Wait right here. I'm going to get my coat and then we can leave for Aizen's. His place isn't too far from here," she said.

Ulquiorra nodded and watched her retreat. She returned a few moments later wearing a wool white coat that was buttoned up all the way. She nodded at Ulquiorra. He turned and walked towards the door, Orihime following closely behind.

As they walked down the street towards Aizen's, Ulquiorra noticed Orihime walking on the outside. He immediately moved her around to the inside. She smiled and looped her arm around his.

"You're still worried I might wander off the edge of the sidewalk again?" she asked.

"I wouldn't put it past you. You aren't exactly the most coordinated person I know. Nor are you the most graceful. You wandering off the edge of the sidewalk is exactly how I would describe what would happen," Ulquiorra replied dryly.

Orihime giggled. "You're calling me clumsy? That's a little harsh, Ulquiorra."

"Woman, the cycle would just begin again. I would end up in the hospital again with the attempt to save you from your own failure," he said.

"About half of that statement was sweet. The other half was sorta condescending," Orihime mumbled.

Ulquiorra glanced over at her. "It was not my intention to offend you... but that's the way it is."

Orihime only smiled at his frankness. There's not much else I can expect from Ulquiorra, is there? He'll always be candid like this, she thought.

"Define fail, Ulquiorra," she said.

Ulquiorra thought for a moment. "Either an interjection used when one disapproves of something, or a verb meaning approximately the same thing as the slang form of suck," he responded in an extremely flat, yet serious tone.

Orihime blinked and turned her head to look at him. He had gone back to looking directly ahead of him. She realized that his answer was intended to be a joke. She smiled and started giggling. Then she started laughing outright. She missed Ulquiorra look over at her and smirk.

When they arrived at Aizen's, the front of the shop was dark. Orihime looked around. She unconsciously took Ulquiorra's hand. He looked down at their contact for a moment before following her. She led him to the back of the tea shop. Lights were coming from behind a door. They could also faintly hear music. Orihime looked at Ulquiorra and then knocked on the door. It swung open almost immediately. A lazy-eyed blond stood there. He held out a hand for their coats. Both Ulquiorra and Orihime removed them and handed them to the blond.

"Uh, hi. Is Rangiku here?" Orihime asked.

"Yeah. Over by the drinks," he said.

"Thanks." Orihime pulled Ulquiorra along inside.

There was definitely a party going on inside. Orihime could barely see through all the people as she tried to find the drinks table. She squeezed Ulquiorra's hand to make sure she did not lose him. Instead of holding on, she ended up letting go. Orihime turned and groped into the crowd, searching for him. She jumped when she felt an arm slip around her waist.

"I'm still here. Calm down, woman," Ulquiorra said in her ear.

Orihime turned her head and looked up at him. She could still somehow see his eyes in the darkness. She nodded slowly and they kept walking, Ulquiorra keeping his arm around her. They made it to the drinks table where Rangiku was handing out drinks with a smile. She waved happily at Orihime as she approached.

"Glad you could make it, Orihime!" She looked at Ulquiorra. "You too, Ulquiorra. Orihime told me you were recently discharged from the hospital. A free man once again, eh?" she said. Ulquiorra simply nodded. Rangiku took note of their proximity and smiled. "Ulquiorra, why don't you go fix you and Orihime something to eat? The food table is just down there where Gin is."

Ulquiorra knew she was trying to get rid of him in order to talk to Orihime alone. Did she think he was an idiot? He released Orihime slowly and looked at her. She nodded her affirmation. With one more glance at Rangiku, he headed for the food table.

Then Rangiku pounced. "He's protective, isn't he?" she asked.

"A little, but he isn't overbearing. It more or less goes both ways, too. I'm just as protective of him," Orihime replied.

Rangiku nodded, studying Orihime's face. Then she snapped. "I know that look."

"What look?"

"You're in love."

"Love?" Orihime raised an eyebrow. Rangiku simply nodded and Orihime shook her head. "I can't be. Ulquiorra doesn't like me like that. He doesn't seem to want to even want to acknowledge that we kissed. Tatsuki says it's because he's shy."

"He is, you dolt! Look at him!" Rangiku turned Orihime so that she was looking at Ulquiorra. "Does that look like someone who knows what love is?" she asked.

"Well..." Orihime began. Ulquiorra was carefully examining each of the finger foods as if he was grading them separately. He picked the best ones out of the bunch and placed them in neat rows on the plate he held. He was like a machine.

"Ulquiorra wouldn't know love if it socked him in the face and knocked him on his back. He's clueless. He must figure it out on his own. He kissed you back, didn't he?" Rangiku asked.

Orihime looked back at her and nodded. "Yes."

"Then he is definitely interested. He just doesn't know how exactly to deal with everything. It's like a system overload for his fragile little mind. He will come around. Just give him a little time and don't worry. Don't rush it," Rangiku said as Ulquiorra walked back over to them. He presented Orihime with the plate of food, arranged in neat little rows.

"Thank you, Ulquiorra," she said as she took the plate from him.

Ulquiorra's hands returned to his pockets. "It was no problem." He looked at Rangiku, who just waved at him.

"You kids play nice," she said as they walked away from the table. She stood up straight as Gin came over to her. "I should start charging for my advice."

Gin chuckled. "Yer advice is that good, Ran?" he asked.

Rangiku looked at him. "Don't you think so? I'm like the matchmaker from heaven."

"More like the matchmaker from hell..." Toshiro mumbled as he walked by.

Rangiku narrowed her eyes at him but said nothing. She looked back at Gin, softening her face. "What about it Gin? Should I charge for my therapy sessions?"

"Ya should. Yer givin' out valuable advi... Hiya, Aizen," Gin said suddenly.

Rangiku whirled around to see her boss standing there. She smiled nervously. "Mr. Aizen! What a surprise!"

Aizen simply smiled at her, his calm expression not wavering. In his eyes, Rangiku and Gin could see the rage reflected in them. "Good evening, Miss Matsumoto. It's nice to see that you have taken the liberty of throwing such a lovely party."

Rangiku shrugged. "Well you know me; ever the party girl."

"Yes. I know." Aizen picked up of the mysterious concoction Rangiku had brewed. "Now explain to me why I shouldn't throw every last one of you out on the street."

"'Cause it's New Year's Eve?" Gin tried. Aizen glared at him.

Orihime finished off her food and threw her plate away. Then she tasted her drink. She immediately recoiled at the taste of it. Ulquiorra seemingly had no problem drinking it. She tried it again and found that the second sip was not as bad as the first had been. In fact, it was quite delightful. It appeared that her tongue had gone slightly numb.

"What is this stuff? It's delightful," Orihime said, taking another big gulp.

Noticing her tone of voice, Ulquiorra looked at Orihime. She was simply chugging her drink. Ulquiorra stared at her. She slammed her cup down on the table they sat at. Then she looked up at him.

"What?" she asked.

"I believe this is some sort of alcoholic drink. Maybe you shouldn't have any..." But Orihime was already gone back to the drinks table. She returned a few moments later with another cup and was already sipping on it. "Are you thirsty, woman? Perhaps you should drink water."

"I'll be fine," Orihime mumbled.

Ulquiorra nodded. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small box. He sat it down on the table. Orihime looked up from her drink. "I didn't get a chance to give this to you on Christmas," he said.

Orihime opened the box. A pair of pearl earrings were inside. She smiled brightly and looked up at him. Then she threw her arms around him. Ulquiorra's eyes widened as she engulfed him in the hug. Besides the fact that she was crushing him against her well-endowed chest, she was also cutting off his air.

"Oh thank you, Ulquiorra! They're beautiful!" Orihime released him. She noticed how disheveled he appeared and giggled softly. "I'm sorry. Did I hug you too tight?"

"I'll survive." Ulquiorra did not get to say anything else. Rangiku came over and grabbed their hands. She pulled them both to their feet and out towards the group of people on the floor.

"You two are not going to sit here all night. Come on!" she said loudly.

After several rounds of drinking games, dancing, and more drinking games courtesy of Rangiku, Ulquiorra found himself engaged in something that actually required his brain. He was playing shogi... against Gin. Everyone knew the only person Gin was unable to defeat was Aizen. So that Ulquiorra had challenged Gin was a feat in and of itself; even if Gin was slightly intoxicated.

Orihime just watched them from a distance. It was two minutes until midnight. Rangiku came and sat down next to her. She looked appreciatively at Gin. Orihime noticed her expression of pure contentment and smiled as well.

"You're happy with Gin, Rangiku?" she asked.

Rangiku nodded. "Of course. He's troublesome at times, but in the end he makes up for it."

"How did you know you wanted Gin? That you were for each other?" Orihime asked.

Rangiku's eyebrows furrowed. She leaned forward and looked hard at Gin and Ulquiorra as they were engaged in their game. Then she smiled. "Sometimes you just know. Like I alluded to with Ulquiorra earlier: sometimes it just hits you and knocks you on your back. You don't even know what happened. I mean I never thought my dream guy would be a skinny, silver-haired, ruby-eyed immature man who has a grin permanently plastered on his face. But that's what I got," she said.

"What is it that you see in him?" Orihime asked.

"Honestly?" Rangiku smirked. "He makes me laugh." She checked her watch. "Fifteen seconds, everyone!"

Ulquiorra moved his final piece just as Rangiku spoke. "I win," he said.

Gin examined the board. He had never lost to anyone except Aizen. Even then, the older man rarely beat him. He looked up at Ulquiorra. The college student portrayed not a single emotion on his face. Gin smiled at him.

"Ya beat me fair an' square. Good game, I must say," he said. He looked at Rangiku as she made her way over to them, counting down loudly.

"... SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"

Orihime walked over to Ulquiorra. "Happy New Year, Ulquiorra." She took his hand and pulled him to his feet.

Ulquiorra looked down at her. Once again, they were extremely close. For a moment, Ulquiorra forgot what he was going to say. "Happy New Year, woman."

Orihime giggled. "You never fail to call me that," she said.

"DRINKS!" Rangiku began passing around more drinks to her guests; including Aizen. "Okay. Let us toast together. May this year be as prosperous as the last; except for the walking-out-in-the-middle-of-streets-without-looking part." That earned a nervous laugh from Orihime and a glare from Ulquiorra. "Cheers!" Rangiku raised her glass.

"CHEERS!"

At her door that night, Orihime fumbled for her keys. She blinked several times as she missed the keyhole. A hand closed over hers and she jumped. Then she realized that it was just Ulquiorra. He guided her hand in the keyhole and turned the key.

"Sorry. I'm just tired..."

"And drunk," Ulquiorra observed her pink face.

"Only a little. I think it might've been those last glasses of wine." Orihime turned the door, but did not enter. She faced Ulquiorra again. "Thanks for coming with me tonight. I guess now we'll be seeing each other at class."

"Yes." Ulquiorra shuffled his feet almost nervously. He was starting to get that anxious feeling he had been getting lately. He noticed her step up closer to him. He did not move away from her. He just watched her get closer and closer and did nothing at all. Their noses were almost touching.

"Good night, Orihime," Ulquiorra said. He stepped away from her and hurried down the hall, not waiting for her to respond.

Orihime watched him go. She sighed. "Good night, Ulquiorra..."

Sometimes love comes around (love comes around, love comes around)
and it knocks you down
just get back up
when it knocks you down (knocks you down)
Sometimes love comes around
and it knocks you down
just get back up
when it knocks you down (knocks you down)

"Knock You Down" – Keri Hilson ft. Ne-Yo and Kanye West