Macrophone Boxer
My love is modest,
But I know that she loves it that way.
Perfectly quiet, yeah,
Reading 'bout red flowers most of the day
She may be an angel,
A soft, little angel...
But her heart beats like a boxer,
Destroying all these monsters,
That climb up my back and set me apart.
Yo know, I could be honest,
But I know that she loves it that way.
Perfectly shy and
She lets the others feed on her grace,
She may be an angel,
A soft, little angel...
But her heart beats like a boxer,
Destroying all these monsters,
That climb up my back and set me apart, apart.
But her heart beats like a boxer,
Destroying all these monsters,
That climb up my back and set me apart, apart.
Yeah, your heart beats like a boxer,
Destroying all these monsters,
That climb up, yeah, climb up my back and they set me...
Girl, your heart beats like a boxer!
Yeah, your heart beats like a boxer!
Yeah, you heart beats,
Your heart beats,
Your heart beats,
Your heart beats all...
