Punching Bag
Diamonds shining in the night, Mojo rising from the bottom of your glass.
Rainbows fading in your eyes, hey volcano I feel your mouth erupting with words of fire.
My heart is not your punching bag, you love me like a fist.
I won't become an emotional rag, so I hold on.
Sunshine with the morning tea, feeling so fine you wanna take me shopping now.
Searching but I can't find the keys, water's boiling, I guess I'm really stupid.
I'm just a woman.
My heart is not your punching bag, you love me like a fist.
I won't become an emotional rag, so I hold on.
My heart is not your punching bag, you love me like a fist.
I won't become an emotional rag, so I hold on.
And giant spiders in the sky look for girls to crucify and I know they wait for me.
The roller coaster in your head has me feeling so dead.
And I don't want your dysfunctional disease.
And all I need is a chance to be Louise.
My heart is not your punching bag, you love me like a fist.
I won't become an emotional rag, so I hold on.
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