(i may have posted this in some permutation before...anyway, here we go:)

i’m so attracted to the fact
that she would put her nails in my back
and you know she got kick
and you know she got ass
and she’s my living nightmare
a woman who might care enough to punch me in the face
i’m blinded by her presence
or at least the presence of her mace
see, she moves me like bobby fischer
she hits me like kicks to the ribs
she’s a payback of a mother
standing up for picked-on kids
the kid gloves are elsewhere
and she’s good for my welfare
and her words are so sick
put those bastards on healthcare
she’s fierce
with lyrics more piercing than all of her earrings
a slow boiling point of no return
too hot to care who she’s searing
and that’s endearing
she’s a cast-iron skillet swung harder than life
she’s hanging me on red crosses
i’m her martyr in white
her punchlines knock me in the drink and leave me punch hungry
she made me eat my heart out on a dinner plate
and then she mugged me for my lunch money.

it’s like a bat cracking the back of your skull.
it’s the shooting pain from brain to nerve
the hurt so good you serve like the rarest steak.
the heart you choose to break may be my own
so please use an icepick
please break my thick glasses with a sledgehammer
slap my back so hard i stammer
knock the breath out of me with one blow to the solar plexus.
this is a ballet of s & m proportions
this is love as abortion of rational thought.
this is the pain that meets pleasure just around the fork
the fork stabbed in my hand
to keep me feeling harder than the other guy
this is not a heart attack per se but attacks on heartstrings otherwise
spin me a yarn about how much you care
a tale so tight it lifts me in the air by my neck
this is my emotional trainwreck
there are no survivors.
so drop me in the desert and make me sweat until saliva is not an issue.
you could drop me like a mean babysitter
and i’d never hit you
maybe you could pepper me with pepper til my ribs ache from sneezing.
i need some sign from you
that we’re still in love
or at least that you’re still breathing.
breathe fire on me, dragon lady
drag me by my crewcut like a liberated cavegirl
hit me with your best shot
make pat benatar jealous
make out with other fellas while i’m forced to watch.
long ago i swore i’d focus past the pain no matter what the cost
so cost me the title
get me disqualified with your interference
i don’t fear this
not in the least
and i forgot which one’s the beauty
and which is the beast
but a match made in heaven
can’t fall too far from grace
so knock me on my ass
so slap my brave face
i’m ready to face the dissonant caucophony
plant drugs on me and make sure the fbi’s watching me
and all i require besides bandages
is your attention.
you always hurt the ones you love
and this is no exception.