You can wrap me in a blanket
you can tie it up with rope
you can throw me in the river
and then pray that I don't float

You can hang me from an oak tree
you can bind me to a birch
you can beat this poor piñata
like a bird knocked from his perch

you can hang up when I call you
you can take away my key
you can redirect my letters
but you'll still never be free

for I swore that I would love you
through the good times and the bad
and I know I drive you crazy
but I love it when you're mad

So put down the garden shears
Lay down that loaded gun
and come into the bedroom
cause angry *** is so much fun