Paroles:
Boxer

my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer

I can't seem to shake this feeling I can't seem to put it down I can't seem to shake this feeling I can't seem to put it down down down down But I must

me out a little piece of ground Where I can prove something to the world I can prove something to the world Don't look at me I'm the bus stop boxer

I was home Going home Where the New York City winters aren't a-bleding me Bleeding me Going home Da Da Da [etc.] In the clearing stands a boxer and

clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York City winters Aren't bleeding me, Leading me, Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer

clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me, Leading me, going home. In the clearing stands a boxer

clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me, Leading me, going home. In the clearing stands a boxer

Hector Ormano is my favorite boxer He goes smasho and everyone cheers He turns big men into whimpering cowards He's so strong and how I adore him 'Cause

The boxer isn't finished, he's not ready to die I'm attracted to the light, I'm attracted to the heat It's a violent night, there are boxers in the street