Flowers In His Fist

Flowers In His Fist by Neil McCall

when he thumped me, I deserved it;
when he didn't he was kind,
he put me on a pedestal
which numbed my big behind

when he kicked me, I'd upset him
when he stopped I was relieved
I told him I'd no other man
but never was believed

when he locked me in the bedroom
when he called me slut and whore
it was his way of protecting me
he loved me, I was sure

when he put me in the hospital
I turned my life around
the grass is always greener
when you're lying on the ground

now my new guy is no picture
he's on no one's wanted list
but he comes with feet of gentleness
and flowers in his fist.