Ring Girl

A. K. A. F. A. D. Style Series II:  Thrilla in Manila © 2013

Written by Glen Yumang Manese

A. k. a. (F. A. D.) Filipino American Dream

Ring Girl © 2013 

 

She’s the ring girl.

She’s a ring girl.

She’s going to be my ring girl.

I want her to be my ring girl.

I need her to be my ring girl.

She’s going to be my ring girl.

She’s my ring girl.

She’s my ring girl.

 

Only is the first round at MGM Grand Garden Arena.

My heartbeat is The Fast and The Furious.

Past episode I watched of Evangeline Lilly, I Lost sight.

Fight night in Las Vegas is fabulous.

I can’t take her out of my mind.

Unwind this state of condition, time is ticking to emotions.

Can’t resist these love potions.

She’s lathered up in Hawaiian Tropic lotion.

Looks can Kill Bill; she’s an Uma Thurman superstar.

All the right curves like a Bugatti Veyron exotic sports car.

Priceless is hard to fine.

Define as money can’t buy her love.

Beloved by all, destine only for one.

She smiles at me like the intensity of a burning sun.

Beauty is in the eye of one.

Put another hash mark on my record of won.

Need to keep emphasis.

Fight my way out of this, because she’s…

 

She’s the ring girl.

She’s a ring girl.

She’s going to be my ring girl.

I want her to be my ring girl.

I need her to be my ring girl.

She’s going to be my ring girl.

She’s my ring girl.

She’s my ring girl.

 

Prove I’m more than just a main event fighter.

Tell both sides.

A boxer is hard as metal on the outside.

Besides all of that, rust is collecting on the inside.

Do not need a Heisman trophy girlfriend.

Defend my worth to the end.

Enough said with the heavyweight belts.

Steel can meltdown hot enough. 

Burns center of my chest.

Money can’t buy happiness.

Business is business.

As God is my witness, put me to the test.

Any less is just not me.

See the real proof is all here.

Fear shows through.

Cannot deny what is true.

I’m caught in between the ropes.

Cope to find the missing piece.

Release me, here’s my key.

Arms wide open, all me, because she’s…

 

She’s the ring girl.

She’s a ring girl.

She’s going to be my ring girl.

I want her to be my ring girl.

I need her to be my ring girl.

She’s going to be my ring girl.

She’s my ring girl.

She’s my ring girl.

 

I look up; she’s waving the 12^th round card high.

Adrenaline rush with a sigh.

Come down to this last surge, purge everything.

Crowd is on their feet, the place erupts.

Sylvester "Sly" Stallone gives the thumbs up.

You have to turn on the switch.

Pitch the winning blow.

Show what you’re made of.

Shove off the critics.

No more antics.

Clear the cobwebs from the attic.

Even warriors have weaknesses.

Kiss this one goodbye.

Eye of the Tiger is what this is all about.

Struggles come down to this type of bout.

Fighter or lover, this is no time to panic.

Time comes to be realistic.

Everyone knows you’re a fighter.

Love her on your own time, because she’s…

 

She’s the ring girl.

She’s a ring girl.

She’s going to be my ring girl.

I want her to be my ring girl.

I need her to be my ring girl.

She’s going to be my ring girl.

She’s my ring girl.

She’s my ring girl.

Reviews

[Alma W. Reis]

The repeated stanzas feel like a nursery rhyme, punctuating a more serious and moral point of view. Nice.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

L.P --- Thanks for your observation of this work...and time...