Whipping Stick Lyrics

I do believe you're sick of me
So why do you keep whipping me around
Acting like a martyr, don't make your holier than thou
You think you've got everything
Wrapped around your precious little
Putting other people down
At least they understand commitment
Yeah, you keep whipping me around
And you don't understand commitment
Yeah, yeah, I know you're sick of me by now
Well, thanks a lot for hanging around

It just makes my insides sick
When I see you two alone
He pulls out his whipping stick
Makes you bend over his ego
Whips you good, because you've been bad
Well, you're not supposed to speak your mind
You wear your bruises very well
Is that a black eye or a Valentine?
You wear your bruises very well
Is that a black eye or a Valentine?
Yeah I know you're sick of me by now
Well, thanks a lot for hanging
Well, thanks a lot for hanging
Well, thanks a lot for hanging
Yeah, yeah, I know you're sick of me by now
Yeah, yeah, I know you're sick of me by now
Well, thanks a lot for hanging round