I hung on gentle laughter down our hall
Your voice appealed in pitch its high touch sweet
The deeper voice a vague drone dead discreet
Id stalk you shamelessly I lacked the gall
The previous night Id heard you bleat and bawl
Your window wide apart to let out heat
And he explained a punch you sought to meet
I sensed a chance you wouldnt cave or crawl
Just why our lives arent pleasant simple stuff
I guess Ill never know you understand
Ill pay the phony pugilist one grand
To fade away Im cool to fisticuff
I wonder whats your shortened christian name
Your gammy leg a curious fault or lame
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