Suckerpunch

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 CHORUS: she got me... woah, she got me she got me... with a s*ckerpunch senses reeling from too much shit, I hit the floor again, panic, panic! calm and cold as a witches tit, sometimes I think I act cosmically with all of the shit that flew out of my lips, there's no use in asking much CHORUS: she got me... woah, she got me she got me... with a s*cker... s*cker... s*cker... waah, you f**ker! (one... two... three... four...) {mosh!} 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 a*shole of the year and then she strikes... and now I'm back, the guy I've been, before the idiot sat 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 CHORUS: she got me... woah, she got me she got me... with a s*ckerpunch