Lyrics
In the hallways of the schoolyard jungle, where the weak are made to bow,
There’s a story brewing, not quite typical, love wrapped in a masochistic vow.
I’m the punchline to the quarterback’s joke, his fist is my secret crush,
With every bruise, every taunt he spoke, my love for him just grew, oh so much.
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He’s the king of the football field, where the jocks and the cheerleaders reign,
But in the shadows of the locker room, our forbidden love plays its twisted game.
My heart skips a beat when he’s near, though fear is what he’s meant to instil,
‘Cause when he grabs me by the collar, baby, my body responds like a thrill.
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Spank me, quarterback, make me beg for more,
Your cruel touch is the sweetest score.
My secret love for you, the one I can’t ignore,
Fuck me like you hate me, show me what I’m living for.
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