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Backstory:

My collaborator and I both contributed equally to the lyric and music of this song.                                                                                                 

Lyrics:

                                                  
PRIZEFIGHTER



V1
My mama told me don’t you ever let anybody
Tell you what you can do and what you can’t do
I come from a line of hardheaded women
When push comes to shove that’s the time I lace up my gloves
Take it to the ring and keep swinging
My mama didn’t raise no fair weather quitter
Mama was a pistol…she said

Chorus
Nothing in this world gonna take you down
You can hang tough through every round  
Baby you can be a prizefighter
Life'll throw punches that'll hurt like hell
But nothing's said and done 'til the final bell
Baby you can be a prizefighter

V2
We never had much but mama taught me never to give up
Yeah I’m out to get what my heart is set on
Living with a bang not a whimper
Mama was a pistol…she said

Chorus
Nothing in this world gonna take you down
You can hang tough through every round  
Baby you can be a prizefighter
Life'll throw punches that'll hurt like hell
But nothing's said and done 'til the final bell
Baby you can be a prizefighter

Bridge
(oh gonna do mama proud 2X)

Chorus
Nothing in this world gonna take you down
You can hang tough through every round  
Baby you can be a prizefighter
Life'll throw punches that'll hurt like hell
But nothing's said and done 'til the final bell
Baby you can be a prizefighter