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(Paul Kennerley) The crowd had gathered They'd heard the word Pretty soon I'd be losing her They stood in line just to see The way she'd make a meal of me They held their breath Whispered low Waiting for that final blow They called her name She was picked to win As we walked out into the ring And the first round she broke my heart Second round she tore it apart Third round I was on the ropes Fourth round I didn't have a hope The things she said in the final bought Laid me low really knocked me out She waved to the crowd without a scratch The heartbreak champion of this love match They called for blood They wanted more They picked me up off the floor Letras de cancionesMy head was spinning I staggered round I couldn't stand for falling down The lights were dim I heard them say You can't make it anyway But I was game I climbed back in I tried to win her back again And the first round she hurt me bad Second round couldn't handle it Third round well I almost died Fourth round I saw that look in her eyes I knew right then how it would be She turned and walked away from me They shouted fair and square there ain't no catch She's the heartbreak champion of the love match From Letras Mania