Slapstick

My knuckles they were made for metal rulers

My underside was made for steel-tipped boots

My back was made for shiny brass belt buckles

And baby, I was made for you

Don't you think it's funny

When you wring my neck as you call me honey

I spin round in circles when I catch a lick

When you take my wallet

So I can't even drive away you call it tough love

I call it slapstick

Kindness is the way that people stutter

When they can't bring themselves to say what they mean

The only kind of tenderness I care for

Is when my skin feels raw and tender when my clock gets cleaned

Don't you think it's funny

When you wring my neck as you call me honey

I spin round in circles when I catch a lick

When you take my wallet

So I can't even drive away you call it

Tough love

I call it slapstick

Looks like a rough up

But it's a picnic

You try to hurt me

It keeps me kicking

You call that tough love

Every time I get back up you simmer

Don't know what about me you want changed

The bigger the cut the bigger the kiss I give it

And somehow that just makes you act more deranged

Ain't it so outrageous

How a laugh and a cough are both contagious

Whatever's wrong with you, well you got me sick

I'll take any brawl it's

Better than being ignored and you call it tough love

I call it slapstick

You call it tough love

I call it slapstick