Whipped

She plays the Alannis when she's angry

ball bustin' non stop cussing hissy fit 

pissed; full steam ahead, she'll sting like a bee

say what she means, mean the way she says it

that barb is planted, full of hot venom

to get her point across with searing pain

Yes it burns, boy, it hurts something handsome

because the truth hurts worst when it's so plain

But the Morissette, well that just adds salt

rubs it in the wound, she's just merciless

until no choice but to admit the fault

because to not would be just perilous 

If he hears that song it will be too soon

He knows what's coming when he hears that tune