Whippin' Boy
You think I'm ripe for the picking
You think I'll come when your fingers are clicking
Well there's a few things you've missed
In all of this
Just had a great big dose of catharsis
I won't pick up the phone, no
I can't believe...
You still see me as how I was back then
Way back when
I saw the man behind your plan
With the fake orange tan
But you expect me still to be your whippin' boy!
There ain't no point debating
Knew all along we would end up hating
You're like a curse in reverse
And it ends like this
With a great big dose of catharsis
I'll do fine on my own, no
I can't believe
You still see me as how I was back then
Way back when
I saw the man behind your plan
With the fake orange tan
But you expect me still to be your whippin' boy!
I'll do fine on my own, no
I can't believe
You still see me as how I was back then
Way back when
I saw the man behind your plan
With the fake orange tan
But you expect me still to be your whippin' boy!
Be your whippin' boy
Be your whippin' boy...
Your whippin' boy!
© 2007 Davies