Yes, I’m quieter, tired
I’m more apt to say
“You go on, boys, I’m good
Think I’ll stay in today.”
I ain’t older (yes, I’m older)
But that’s not why the scales have tipped.
Oh you know I’ve been chosen to be whipped. Lion tamer, pride life reframer
That warm pot of gold
Always waiting, fear abating
To welcome me home from the cold It’s my pleasure or my treasure
It’s the opening that I had so dreamed for
Often screamed for I was as I like to die
And then I found her, and now I hound her
To get mine fully lipped, I’m in love, love,
And I am absolutely
Whipped. Must be love
I’m whipped and cowed
And I’ll whoop and holler
If I’m allowed.