sucker punch

• the wildhearts'in muhtesem sarkisi... sozlerini de yapistiralim:
  
  can't believe that i got so down i dropped my guard again hit me! hit me!
  palpitations and goo-goo eyes, the transformation is sad and sickly
  she pulled out a "tyson" from out of the blue, and met with a sickening crunch
  
  chorus:
  she got me... woah, she got me
  she got me... with a suckerpunch
  
  senses reeling from too much shit, i hit the floor again, panic, panic!
  calm and cold as a witches tit, sometimes i think i act cosmically
  with all of the shit that flew out of my lips, there's no use in asking much
  
  chorus:
  she got me... woah, she got me
  she got me... with a sucker... sucker... sucker... waah, you fucker!
  
  (one... two... three... four...)
  {mosh!}
  
  why i see her face in a million stars, i'm wondering
  thought i had good taste 'til i found i'd none at all
  nearly did appear as the asshole of the year
  and then she strikes...
  and now i'm back, the guy i've been, before the idiot sat in
  
  can't believe that i got so down, it probably happens on a daily basis
  many millions of messed up minds compete to win in the loser races
  peeling my mind like she's one of a kind, or maybe just out to lunch
  
  chorus:
  she got me... woah, she got me
  she got me... with a suckerpunch