1-2. Please, God, no more yelling,no more trips to the woodshed.Treat me nice for a change;I’m so starved for affection.
2-3. Can’t you see I’m black-and-blue,beat up badly in bones and soul?God, how long will it takefor you to let up?
10. Cowards, my enemies disappear.Disgraced, they turn tail and run.