There once was a girl   Who married a boy   And he hit her   Over and over again and again   Concussion were plenty   And her Mama said "Baby,   That's not love, that's not love   That you pretend."      Maybe she likes it, maybe it feels like a kiss   Maybe she needs it, maybe she wants it like this,   Maybe she likes it      She cooked his food   And took his abuse   Without batting a blackened eyelid   Nobody knew why she kept going back   The way she did, oh the way she did      Maybe she likes it, maybe it feels like a kiss   Maybe she needs it, maybe she wants it like this,   Maybe she likes it      She'll keep going back   She'll keep going back to him   When she's under attack    She's still tattooed to his skin   She'll keep going back      Her father said   She won't learn a thing   Until she's dead, oh until she's dead   Her brow was stained with crimson red   From all the blows to the head      Maybe she likes it, maybe it feels like a kiss   Maybe she needs it, maybe she wants it like this,   Maybe she likes it