Down, tiger
sweetness, I DON'T WANT TO PLAY YOUR SUN CITY! SWEETNESS! You hit me w/ a 1-2 of sugar & a mean right hook. You blacked my eye teeth & I'm left bruised. This is my title shot; but what's in it for you except that sweet science? SWEETNESS, I'm feeling used.

But I'll dance w/ you in that ring,
& on the canvas you will hear me sing:

Can I miss the beat?