Whipped

Yes, I’m quieter, tired
I’m more apt to say
You go on, boys, I’m good
Think I’ll stay in today
I ain’t older (yes, I’m older)
But that’s not why the scales have tipped
Oh you know I’ve been chosen to be whipped
Lion tamer, pride life reframer
That warm pot of gold
Always waiting, fear abating
To welcome me home from the cold
It’s my pleasure or my treasure
It’s the opening that I had so dreamed for
Often screamed for I was as I like to die
And then I found her, and now I hound her
To get mine fully lipped, I’m in love, love
And I am absolutely
Whipped
Must be love
I’m whipped and cowed
And I’ll whoop and holler
If I’m allowed