Ideas formed in his mind as he pondered what to do next. A small sigh escaped him. "I'm going to regret this," he murmured, stepping onto the stage.

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?

When you left before I didn't care too much
Cause I just wished you'd go away (go away, yeah)
And I see you now and it's just too much
Takes my breath away...just like a suckerpunch

Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific.
Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
He opened up, every time he opened up
That ole tackle box.

Toxic - Suckerpunch - Tackle