When I first met you, I said I would let you do
Anything to me that you wanted to do
But it didn't cross my mind then you'd be so unkind
And that you would torture me the way you do
Cut me down, cut me down from your whipping post
Why keep on torturing me
Hey, cut me down, cut me down from your whipping post
And let my poor heart go free
I came to you with honest and true kisses
With open arms that loved you the most
But you stood there lying, and all the time tying
My hands to your whipping post
