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



Credits
Writer(s): Aviv Goldgeier
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