He Loves Me
He says I love you,
After causing both of your eyes to turn purple and blue
You believe he is right
He only gets angry when you go out for the night
Even with it’s just with your girl friends
You have to stay with him on the weekends
He starts to question where you are
Calling non-stop, even tracks your car
But he tells you he loves you
And you thinks it’s true
For when he makes a mistake
He brings you flowers and a cupcake
It’s all okay for a while
Until you change your style
He calls you a whore
And then says you are a bore
It’s always your fault
Even if he’s the one with the assault
You are constantly in worry
And saying you are sorry
But he loves you
And you believe all he is saying is true
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