I would take every bronze medal,

Come second to last in every class,

If when it came to you, I hit the pedal.

If you would lay with me on the grass

And take away this dividing glass

I would take second place in every race

Be unable to win or even surpass

Be the deuce and not the ace.

 

Victory isn’t what I want to chase,

Winning does not mean my survival,

Being a loser I’d happily embrace,

And every day I’d lose to my rival.

If it meant a ring of gold.

And your hand to hold.