If your hits were kisses
I'd be covered in love.
and the bruises you leave me
are better than hugs.
But still I can't help
against all that I know
that you'll take me in your arms
and tell me I'm yours.
So hit me and spank me.
Leave marks red and blue.
And I'll bite my tongue
before I'll tell you the truth.
I know I don't belong here
in this strange wonderland.
But I'll overstay my visa
as long as I can.
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