An empathetic whose degradation loathed
'Cause I love the way you let me know that I'm enough
And I'm willfully blind, willfully fine growing to close dusk
Just dig down deep, just know that I'm too cowardly to bite
And I can be your mother, and I can be your wife
Let me be your lover, I'll spare you from the fights
But I can't be your dog playing dead in a tin
But I'm gone
'Cause she smells lucky cologne
So berate me just to win, come in for the kill
Cut me loose, but I won't
You got impressed by my golden fingers
Your touches are doing it, your indifference lingers
But I can't live on Mondays, yeah, individual leaves
It's always been you, so in relenting me
And I can be your mother, and I can be your wife
And I can be your martyr, I can lay down my life
But I'm not a damn dog doing tricks just to be kicked to the curb
So let's make your return
So berate me just to win, come in for the kill
Cut me loose, but I won't
So berate me just to win, come in for the kill
Cut me loose, but I won't (I won't, I won't)
So berate me just to win, come in for the kill
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