In the streets around here
There was nobody tougher than me
I was quick with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see
But while fighting was useful for getting your way among the toughs of the town
Where you could hold sway
There had to be something that was better than this
I was 15 years old and I'd never been kissed
Well of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer
At me bloody nose dripping and me cauliflower ear
For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose, with a lovely black eye and a broken nose
Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined than the pugilist's art, and so I inclined
To take meself serious as a modern romancer
And I secretly learnt all the moves of a dancer
Ye swing to the left, ye swing to the right
Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight
Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat
The important thing's never to look at your feet
Then a miracle happens, your mind's in a trance
Though the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance
It's all about attitude, all in your stance
Attention to detail, leaving nothing to chance
Which explains how the pugilist finally learned how to dance
Well, I'd waltz with a broomstick and if I was caught
I'd pretend I was sweeping or practising sport
But I really had eyes for your mother, ye see
Wanting her to acknowledge this new version of me
But now everyone's watching, expecting I'll fail
But there's fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails
I knew it was risky and I was taking a chance
I couldn't retreat now, I had to advance
There was nobody tougher than me
I was quick with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see
But while fighting was useful for getting your way among the toughs of the town
Where you could hold sway
There had to be something that was better than this
I was 15 years old and I'd never been kissed
Well of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer
At me bloody nose dripping and me cauliflower ear
For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose, with a lovely black eye and a broken nose
Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined than the pugilist's art, and so I inclined
To take meself serious as a modern romancer
And I secretly learnt all the moves of a dancer
Ye swing to the left, ye swing to the right
Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight
Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat
The important thing's never to look at your feet
Then a miracle happens, your mind's in a trance
Though the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance
It's all about attitude, all in your stance
Attention to detail, leaving nothing to chance
Which explains how the pugilist finally learned how to dance
Well, I'd waltz with a broomstick and if I was caught
I'd pretend I was sweeping or practising sport
But I really had eyes for your mother, ye see
Wanting her to acknowledge this new version of me
But now everyone's watching, expecting I'll fail
But there's fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails
I knew it was risky and I was taking a chance
I couldn't retreat now, I had to advance
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