Pierre’s Fight

Lyrics

Pierre gets short shrift from his so-called love She's been out all hours And it's her secret She revels in it Pierre gets relaxed with a whiskey glass He's in two confused minds 'Do I put up with it? Or put an end to it?' She wears shabby dresses which he likes her in Flaunts herself for him Then goes out on the town Leaves him to brood Fix himself food There's a fight on the radio he's looked forward to He'll scramble an egg Pace the floor and decide if it's worth staying round If it's worth staying round The rhythm of the blows hits home Pounds on his gut- Oh-oh-oh no don't don't don't! He throws back his head Finishes his drink Uses his fists on himself Come home, baby Come home I want you here He beats, beats Come home, baby Come home I want you here Here in this room, in that dress Baby, you hurt me Don't count me out I'm not down yet I'm coming out swinging I'm coming out swinging Come home, baby Come home You haven't won, I'm not down yet I'm coming out swinging this time I'm coming I'm coming out Send me out of the ring I'm coming out swinging Just wait and see Come home baby And this time things will be different