Friday night is fight night in the city
seven mothers crack a shiny boxing gloves
you will need 'em
to defeat 'em
who will take the gold picking and the betting
bright lights and fist fights bring the attendence up
it's so trendy on the marquee

and i will wait if there's anything left to tell me (please don't tell me)
well i'm sorry darling you have crossed the line
and i will wait if there's anything left of me
i'll show you all the doctor's my eyes can't deny

i willl throw the fight i swear to Jesus
clearly head inside the main offense tonight
she believed him
cause he's bleeding
tongue-tied in the nineth round of contention
our fair lady wins a no contesting bout
with a hand gun
to a loved one

and i will wait
if there's anything left just tell me (please don't tell me)
with that 'everything's gonna be just fine'

and i will wait
if there's anything left of me
i'll give you anything you need of me to make this right.

and i will wait if there's anything left don't tell me
with that 'everything's gonna be alright'
and i will wait
if there's anything left behind, don't tell me
cause this time everything will not be fine.