♪
Break my bones and bruise my skin ♪
♪ I'll clean your bloody fist ♪
♪ Stick with me through thick and thin so long as we exist ♪
♪ I wanna be your punching bag,
I wanna be your punching bag ♪
♪ I wanna be there when it happens,
I want fear in the past ♪
♪ Don't want fear in the past ♪
♪ Hold me close and cut me deep,
I wanna know you care ♪
♪ *** your blade into my chest,
cause love for me is rare ♪
♪ I wanna be your punching bag,
I wanna be your punching bag ♪
♪ I wanna be there when it happens,
I wanna feel the impact ♪
♪ Murder me with passion,
but please don't let us end ♪
♪ I need someone at my funeral,
you know I don't have friends ♪
♪ I wanna be your punching bag,
I wanna be your punching bag ♪
♪ I wanna be there when it happens,
I wanna feel the impact ♪
♪ I wanna feel the impact, impact ♪
♪ Burn your back to erase a brand,
take me back to the start again ♪
♪ When they see you,
understand I'll wish I'd kept quiet ♪
♪ Don't forget to consider me,
all I know is you murder Saint of God's ♪
♪ The reason for all good things he has made you too ♪
♪ I wanna be your punching bag,
I wanna be your punching bag,
I wanna be your punching bag ♪
♪ I do,
I do,
I do,
I wanna feel the force of you,
I wanna hold your mouth I do ♪
♪ I wanna be your violent thing,
I wanna be your violent thing,
I wanna never leave your stare,
I wanna hold your dripping hair ♪
♪ I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do,
I do ♪
Eana, yes.