The face is mine,
but I'd let you to punch,
because you are the kind of prey
that learned how to master the hunter.
But I have learned one thing or two as well.
You can burn like fire, because you are hot,
but I know how to pretend that I'm cold.
You can shine like a blinding sun,
but I have sunglasses for these occasions.
You can do everthing,
but I can find a way to deal with it all,
except the punch.
The initial shock,
the first punch in the belly
that takes your breath away.
I still can't disguise this,
and you're such a punch!