Fine, I'll be Your Punching Bag

Fine, I'll be your punching bag.
Go on, take your shot.
I'll be kind,
I'll be gracious,
I'll be everything you're not.

Fine, I'll be your punching bag.
You've done it all along.
I'll give my consent,
I won't resist,
But I know you know it's wrong.

Fine, I'll be your punching bag,
But grant me this one grace:
You can hit me high,
You can hit me low,
But please, no more in the face.

Fine, I'll be your punching bag;
There's nothing else to do-
Because it's easy,
Because it's hard,
And because I'll always love you.