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Beaten By The Belle
Of a sudden I see stars
I can barely utter a vowel
I'm down on bended knee
Trainer threw in the towel
That's what Bertha did to me
Her beauty rained right hooks
Love peppering me with jabs
Knocked out cold by her looks
She didn't pull her punches
Her uppercuts thrown at will
She trapped me on the ropes
Bertha's big punches can kill
They carried me...
Tuesday 10th November 2020 10:29 am
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