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I do believe you're sick of me So why do you keep whipping me around Acting like a martyr, don't make your holier than thou You think you've got everything Wrapped around your precious little Putting other people down At least they understand commitment Yeah, you keep whipping me around And you don't understand commitment Yeah, yeah, I know you're sick of me by now Well, thanks a lot for hanging around It just makes my insides sick When I see you two alone He pulls out his whipping stick Makes you bend over his ego Whips you good, because you've been bad Well, you're not supposed to speak your mind You wear your bruises very well Is that a black eye or a Valentine? You wear your bruises very well Is that a black eye or a Valentine? Yeah I know you're sick of me by now Letras de cancionesWell, thanks a lot for hanging Well, thanks a lot for hanging Well, thanks a lot for hanging Yeah, yeah, I know you're sick of me by now Yeah, yeah, I know you're sick of me by now Well, thanks a lot for hanging round From Letras Mania