Punching Bag
Sal's Birdland
Nude Photos Inside

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Diamonds shining in the night
Mojo rising from the bottom of your glass
Rainbows fading in your eyes, hey volcano
I feel your mouth erupting with words of fire
My heart is not your punching bag, you love me like a fist
I won't become an emotional rag, so I hold on, hold on
Sunshine with the morning tea, feeling so fine
You wanna take me shopping now
Searching but I can't find the keys
Water's boiling, I guess I'm really stupid
I'm just a woman
My heart is not your punching bag, you love me like a fist
I won't become an emotional rag, so I hold on, hold on
My heart is not your punching bag, you love me like a fist
I won't become an emotional rag, so I hold on, hold on
And giant spiders in the sky look for girls to crucify
And I know they wait for me oh
The roller coaster in your head has me feeling so dead
And I don't want your dysfunctional disease
And I don't want your dysfunctional disease no
And all I need is a chance to be Louise
My heart is not your punching bag, you love me like a fist
I won't become an emotional rag, so I hold on, hold on
My heart is not your punching bag, you love me like a fist
I won't become an emotional rag, so I hold on, hold on
I hold on, hold on

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