Prizefighter

Like a bruised prizefighter
I limp from the ring
Heavyweight, I've grown lighter
Bee has lost its sting

Looking back
At my past victories
Sad just to live
For some vain memories

Roses are red
Ribbons are blue
Champion rings are gold
But my glory days are through

With a bruised and squashed ego
I seek solitude
Former queen with broken throne
Comebacks are eschewed

Looking back
I once conquered the world
So arrogant
At the time it unfurled

Roses are red
Ribbons are blue
Champion rings are gold
But my glory days are through

Ooooh-oh
Ooooh-ah
Used up
I'm bruised
I limp
I'm through

Roses are red (red)
Ribbons are blue (ooh-ooh-oh)
Champion rings are gold
But my glory days are through

Roses are red (roses are red)
Ribbons are blue (ribbons are blue)
Champions all grow old (so old)
Hard to face the day we're through



Credits
Writer(s): Britt Warner
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