I must have one of those faces
That's crying out for a fist in it
There must be a sign on my demeanour
That says "come on over, you can treat me like shit"
But this is what you need
So this is what you have
You turn the fire on me
So you don't feel so bad
Well baby, I'm a punchbag
Come take your cheap shot
You say you're sorry when I know you're not
I'm just another scapegoat that you've found
And I'm not sure if I can go another round
But then the bell will sound
My insides are pulp, I'm seeing stars
But I can take more than I'll ever show
And now I'm swaying around like a drunken lout
Screaming "come on then, who else wants a go!?"
'Cause baby, I'm a punchbag
Come take your cheap shot
You say you're sorry when I know you're not
You say it's not fair that I just give in
Well, I'm rendered speechless when you're laying your boots in
But this is what you need
So this is what you have
You turn the fire on me
So you don't feel so bad
You've had me in the air
You've had me on the run
Now leave me in your wake
Now you've had your fun
Now you've had your fun
Baby, I'm a punchbag
Come take your cheap shot
You say you're sorry
When I know you're not
Baby, I'm a punchbag
Come take your cheap shot
You say you're sorry
When I know you're not
'Cause I'm just another scapegoat that you've found
And I'm not sure if I can go another round
Baby, I'm a punchbag
Come take your cheap shot
You say you're sorry
When I know you're not
And I know you're not