Pussy Whipped


Hear the whip-crack when I get home,
this is not what is meant by a woman should moan,
even the dog gets to lick a bone!
I gotta bad case of Stockholm-Syndrome.

Losin’ more than one night’s sleep.
Makin’ promises I can’t keep.
Made a good job of changing me. I’m

Pussy Whipped.

Spent my money before I’ve cashed the cheque!
What goods a cock when it’s always henpecked?
I’m on the receiving end of scorn and neglect.
Maybe tomorrow she’ll show me some respect.

Lost all my friends and family.
No more fun. No more carefree.
Made a good job of changing me. I’m

CHORUS

She’s got me:
Under her thumb, browbeaten and badgered.
What have I become?! It’s worse than I imagined.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

©29.8.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

even I don’t recognize me.


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