I think that by now I would have Learnt just how you love to hurt me Before I get a chance to speak You're convinced I'm guilty God knows I've been a very bad boy You've been telling me You've been telling me But God knows I didn't break your toys but You're blaming me You're blaming me I feel thrown out the window You seem to enjoy You don't have to be so So hard on your boy You don't have to be so So search and destroy I feel thrown out the window You're too hard on your boy You're too hard on your boy Now I don't mind a little pain when I've really earned it yeah But you got me whipped and chained when I don't deserve it A-sha-a-sha-ame a-sha-a-sha-ame (It's a damn) Sha-a-sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ame Sha-a-sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ame A-sha-a-sha-amed a-sha-a-sha-amed (You've got me) Asha-a-sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-amed Asha-a-sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-amed I feel A-sha-a-sha-amed a-sha-a-sha-amed Sha-a-sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-amed Sha-a-sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-amed Sha-a-sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-amed