Every Time It Really Hurts
Why doesn't he love me
Why can't he see
Every time it really hurts
I don't do anything to get it
But I still get hit
Every time it really hurts
If I don't put my toys away
Have to stand on a very hot tray
Every time it really hurts
Stop crying, act like a man
Or I'll get the back of a hand
Every time it really hurts
Didn't shut off the kitchen tap
Now here comes the leather strap
Every time it really hurts
Stayed up until I saw the moon
He's gone to go get the wooden spoon
Every time it really hurts
Hands, feet, butt, face are very sore
Can't take it anymore
Every time it really hurts
No more, that's it, I'm done
Have to go and get his gun.
It doesn't really hurt anymore.
Copyright © Kim Burkmar | Year Posted 2007
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