There once was a girl
Who married a boy
And he hit her
Over and over again and again
Concussion were plenty
And her Mama said "Baby,
That's not love, that's not love
That you pretend."
Maybe she likes it, maybe it feels like a kiss
Maybe she needs it, maybe she wants it like this,
Maybe she likes it
She cooked his food
And took his abuse
Without batting a blackened eyelid
Nobody knew why she kept going back
The way she did, oh the way she did
Maybe she likes it, maybe it feels like a kiss
Maybe she needs it, maybe she wants it like this,
Maybe she likes it
She'll keep going back
She'll keep going back to him
When she's under attack
She's still tattooed to his skin
She'll keep going back
Her father said
She won't learn a thing
Until she's dead, oh until she's dead
Her brow was stained with crimson red
From all the blows to the head
Maybe she likes it, maybe it feels like a kiss
Maybe she needs it, maybe she wants it like this,
Maybe she likes it
Era uma vez uma garota
Que casou com um garoto
E ele batia nela
E batia e batia de novo e de novo
Havia muitas concussões
E sua mãe dizia "querida,
Isso não é amor, não é amor
O que você finge"
Talvez ela goste disso, talvez seja como um beijo
Talvez ela precise disso, talvez ela queira desse jeito
Talvez ela goste disso
Ela preparava sua comida
E se sujeitava aos seus abusos
Sem espancar sua pálpebra escurecida
Ninguém sabia o porquê dela voltar
Daquela forma, daquela forma
Talvez ela goste disso, talvez seja como um beijo
Talvez ela precise disso, talvez ela queira desse jeito
Talvez ela goste disso
Ela vai continuar voltando
Ela vai continuar voltando para ele
Quando ela está sob ataque
Ela ainda estará tatuada na pele dele
Ela vai continuar voltando
O pai dela disse
Que ela não iria aprender nada
Até que morresse, ah, até que morresse
Sua testa estava manchada de vermelho carmesim
De todas as pancadas na cabeça
Talvez ela goste disso, talvez seja como um beijo
Talvez ela precise disso, talvez ela queira desse jeito
Talvez ela goste disso
