Charlie Was a Boxer

Charlie was a boxer
Fighting in the ring
He’d stick his tongue out
And the whole crowd would scream
After a fist to the face, my guy would smile
“Try me motherf*cker, I could do this for a while”
Foam on his mouth, he’d spit out some blood
Even when he lost, it felt like he won

Told me hand to heart I’ve got a colorful past
Let’s have a summer of love
Shatter your world made of glass
In his misspent youth he’d bite at the bit
And drank enough booze to make the rest of us sick
But Charliе was a boxer, charming and wild
Lived with his parents in Brooklyn
A six-foot-two child

Blеw up cans in his yard
Played with arrows and guns
Liked consensual violence and f*cked anyone
Charlie was a boxer
I had the key to his heart
But I threw it off the roof when enough was enough
Charlie was a boxer
I had the key to his heart
But I threw it off the roof when enough was enough