Kill me somebody, why am I down on the ground
no one notices, I'm writhing here on the floor
exactly where she . . . , wait, what happened, why did she . . .
ever since I lost, since I walked through the front door
to this swanky club, I felt someone watching me
of course, the cameras, but no, she wanted revenge
tell me why tonight, just to hear me make that sound
hard between the legs, damn soccer player, she knows
except she doesn't, she couldn't know how it feels
Balls! She got me good, everyone claps to avenge
a misperceived deed, as I get up, they snicker
let him have it good, I can't even feel my toes
left me off-balance, I look up, two Navy Seals
shift out of the way, she's one helluva kicker
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