Whip In My Valise
When I met you, you were just sixteen,
Pulling the wings off of flies.
When an old lady got hit by a truck,
I saw the wicked gleam in your eyes.

Your sadistic suits my masochistic,
And there's a whip in my valise, oh yeah.

Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?

Describe the special punishment room,
Over my garage.
There's a whipping post, a vertical beam.
You have to be in charge.****

I paid a packet,
For a new straight jacket.
There's a whip in my valise, oh yeah.

Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you?

You put my head into the stocks,
And then you went to choose a cane.
But hey, your cat has got nine tails,
You like to leave me lame.

I can't thank her, my Sunday Spanker.
There's a whip in my valise, oh yeah.

Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you?

****
I have also heard these verses in some ....

I was your favourite rubber slave.
There's a whip in my valise, oh yeah.

Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you to torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you?

You gave me punishment, it lasted an hour.
It made marks on my skin.
I'm just a bundle of misery, girl.
Did you see my cheeks fall in?

Adam Ant
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