Vista previa
We went to the youth club and we looked out of place.
I didn´t know where to look
So I, looked at your face.
But you were a boxing champ, and I was a weakling.
You didn´t give me a chance,
You gave me a beating.
And I thank you very much that you did.
And as the time went by we stayed out of trouble,
Before I could realise my age had doubled.
The man I became is a tragic bore,
And he´s not a boxing champ anymore.
If there´s one thing i´ve learnt it´s to run away,
At least I enjoy what I do today.
And I thank you very much that I do.