This Can'T Be Dialogue

Although my baby and I are not pugilists and we never ever brawl with our fists we have knockdown drag out fights every Friday night Roundhouses to the ego Sucker punches to the past Draw tears, but don't draw blood You never hear the one that hits you But that's the one that gets you The guilt comes down like a flood Maybe, just maybe if we had a referee The bout might be closer to clean because sometimes I say things I don't really mean and her language gets simply obscene This ain't no sweet science we'd be better off in silence I'm sure our ringside neighbors would agree