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