One two threenTwo two threennOh-oh-oh-oh-ohnOh-oh-oh-oh-ohnnAre we dancing or kicking at one another's heels?nAm I leading or reading you wrong?nThe gloves are off and my nails are bitten down to the quicknI'm knocked out, my dearnAnd it's making me sicknnWho'd have thought it? nI'll pick up my face from the floornAnd you know I've made friends with the ground beforenClose your eyes and I'm boxing your shadow at nightnWhen it struck me, dearnI went out like a lightnnHe saidnYou're a blow to the headnHe saidnYou're a blow to the headnnAre we sparring or trying our hardest to hurt?nAm I dealing, receiving or dodging the blows?nComing round, I am still lying flat on my backnOn the ropes, my dearnYou are under attacknAnd you know I will fight backnI've been watching the way you move your feetnAnd I notice the things you never seenThat will trip you upnThat will trip you upnnHe saidnYou're a blow to the headnHe saidnYou're a blow to the head