Tim Finn Below The Belt
Paloma,
You took unfair advantage,
Of my emotional insecurity.
I was a lonely country bumpkin,
And a bumpkin to a lady of notoriety.
I said please wait until tomorrow,
And I will be a man of substance then,
But you laughed and left me feeling hollow.
You wrote me a blank cheque with your poison pen.
I never did like westerns,
I'm reeling from the blow you dealt,
Below the belt.
And I really felt it,
Below the belt.
Well I hope you're satisfied,
Watching me break down and cry.
Below the belt.
Lately I fumble and I falter,
You've altered my outlook on the world it seems,
I'm punch drunk,
You're such a dirty fighter,
You tried to massacre my schoolboy dreams.
I never did like bullies,
I'm reeling from the blow you dealt,
Below the belt.
And I really felt it,
Below the belt.
Well I hope you're satisfied,
Watching me break down and cry.
Below the belt, below the belt,
And I really felt it,
Below the belt.
Was below the belt,
Below the belt, below the belt.
Below the belt, below the belt.
And I really felt it,
Below the belt.
Below the belt.
