Hey you
How's your boyfriend?
Does he make you happy
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me -
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
My pulse is rapid to the touch
My hands are clamy to the embrace
Never feeling like my heart is the right pace
I'm tired of seeing the disgust on your face
And my heart goes
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
Sammy Ray - hope you're happy now Lyrics
Sammy Ray - hope you're happy now Lyrics
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Hey you
How's your boyfriend?
Does he make you happy
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me -
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
My pulse is rapid to the touch
My hands are clamy to the embrace
Never feeling like my heart is the right pace
I'm tired of seeing the disgust on your face
And my heart goes
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
How's your boyfriend?
Does he make you happy
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me -
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
My pulse is rapid to the touch
My hands are clamy to the embrace
Never feeling like my heart is the right pace
I'm tired of seeing the disgust on your face
And my heart goes
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I'm your f*cking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
Writer: Sam Martin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid