Suckerpunch

(álbum: Fishing For Luckies - 1994)

Can't believe that I got so down
I dropped my guard again, hit me, hit me
Palpitations and goo-goo eyes
The transformation is sad and sickly
She pulled out a Tyson from out of the blue
And met with a sickening crunch

She got me, woah, she got me
She got me, with a suckerpunch

Senses reeling from too much shit
I hit the floor again, panic, panic
Calm and cold as a witch's tit
Sometimes I think that that girl's mechanic
With all of the shit that flew out of my lips
There's no use in asking much

She got me, woah, she got me
She got me with a sucker, sucker, sucker
Woah, you fucker!

One, two, three, four

Why I see her face in a million stars
I'm wondering?
Thought I had good taste
'Til I found I'd none at all
Nearly did appear
As the asshole of the year
And then she strikes
And now I'm back
The guy I'd been
Before the idiot set in

Can't believe that I got so down
It probably happens on a daily basis
Many millions of messed up minds
Compete to win in the loser races
Peeling my mind like she's one of a kind
Or maybe just out to lunch

She got me, woah, she got me
She got me, with a suckerpunch