Living On The Edge

She kicked me in the kneecap, she punched me in the head,
She pulled down my pants and put me straight to bed.
Was it something that I'd done, was it something that I said?
I wondered what she'd do next, my mind was full of dread.

She rolled me on my back, pulled my legs apart,
Tied me to the bedposts and sat upon my heart.
I looked into her face, her eyes were shining bright,
I asked her do you want sex? 'cause we don't have to fight.

Despite all her thoughts, I'd never let her go,
Well, maybe I would, but don't tell her so.
'Cause she'd surely kill me, a slow and painful death.
She'd sit on my face till I took my dying breath.

It seemed to make her stronger, she started to scream,
But it wasn't all that bad, if you know what I mean.
If you've been to a rodeo, if you've been to a fight,
You'll understand the feeling I got from her that night.

When we'd finished dancing she rolled a stick of weed,
Stuck it in my mouth, said boy that's what you need.
Just as I was chilling, I swear to God I cried,
She climbed back on the train and took another ride.

We went to meet my parents, she wore her nicest frock.
All through dinner she was holding my cock.
When we were leaving she gave her sweetest smile,
Said that was the loveliest time she'd had in quite a while.

Despite all her faults, I'd never let her go,
Well, maybe I would, but don't tell her so.
'Cause she'd surely kill me, a slow and painful death.
She'd sit on my face till I took my dying breath.

She took me to the laundromat to help me wash my clothes,
She slapped the attendant 'cause she didn't have no soap.
We left in a hurry when the manager came round,
She threw my clothes in the air and left them on the ground.

We drove to the local bar for a coupla pints of beer,
She threw hers in the barman's face 'cause he watched her kind of queer.
Who could have blamed him, she looks like Frankenstein,
Yeah, living on the edge is an awful stressful time.

Despite all her thoughts, I'd never let her go,
Well, maybe I would, but don't tell her so.
'Cause she'd surely kill me, a slow and painful death.
She'd sit on my face till I took my dying breath.

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