Don't Tell Me You Love Me While You Beat Me Half To Death

    I'm tired of your loving it always makes me cry
Each time you say you love me I end up with black eyes
Your love keeps a changing the way the wind blows
And I end up with just another bloody nose.

     I'm tired of all this fighting I'm tired of your abuse
Don't tell me you love me when there's really no excuse
Don't tell me you love me while you beat me half to death

     I'm cooking and cleaning, I wash your dirty clothes
I keep a tidy house and sometimes wipe you nose
I by you cigarettes and pay all the bills
While you lie around and take another bunch of pills

     When you tell me you love me don't do it with your fists
This kind of love from you I know I'll never miss
You tell me that you love me so many times you've said
But you only say you love me to get me in your bed.