Matikář - naučíme matematiku. Každého.
Betano.cz - nová česká sázková kancelář

Whipping boy (Red Rider)

There is always some excuse For your air of sad abuse But when the table's turned Holding it out, don't you ever learn? I won't be a whipping boy I won't get down on my knees I won't be your whipping boy You won't hang that tag on me I have read this book before Tell it all to some tired stranger I have no more cheeks to turn I won't trade it all for your taste for danger Thought you'd take just what you please Come back for more when you want it The price is high, these dice are loaded I'll never pay for the same goods twice I won't be a whipping boy I won't get down on my knees I won't be your whipping boy You won't hang that tag on me Your schemes lie battered on the ground It's your turn, now I've turned it all around When I needed you, you were nowhere to be found Where are you now? Where are you now? There is always the same excuse For this air of sad abuse And now the table's turned It's too late now to say you've learned I, I won't be your whipping boy And I'm back up off my knees I, I won't be your whipping boy It took so long to break free I, I won't be your whipping boy And I'm back up off my knees I, I won't be your whipping boy You won't hang that tag on me I, I won't be your whipping boy And I'm back up off my knees I, I won't be your whipping boy You won't hang that tag on me