Stop Hitting Me

Sometimes I have to poke fun at my beautiful wife - so this is my song dedicated to being married to a Mexican woman... and it is all in jest!
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Lyrics:
I walked through my door,
after a normal day at work.
When the wife appeared,
and called me a jerk!
What happened next,
I'm honestly not sure...
but she turned and threw her choncla,
like a master through the door!
Chorus:
Stop hitting me! (Hitting me!)
I beg you, I implore!
Stop hitting me! (Hitting me)
I can't take much more.
They say you when you get married,
it's to your own best friend..
but I'm convinced that I'm married,
To an evil Mexican!
One night when I was sleeping,
I suppose I began to snore,
For she placed her feet into my ribs,
and kicked me to the floor!
I yelped in pain,
What is it that I've done?
That has angered the little woman,
My tiny Mexican?
Stop hitting me! (Hitting me!)
I beg you, I implore!
Stop hitting me! (Hitting me)
I can't take much more.
They say you when you get married,
it's to your own best friend..
but I'm convinced that I'm married,
To an evil Mexican!
She wants a vacation,
But I'm too scared to go,
After all I'd be a white boy,
In little Mexico!
What if her family,
Put me through hell?
I have more fear of that woman,
than any damn cartel!
Stop hitting me! (Hitting me!)
I beg you, I implore!
Stop hitting me! (Hitting me)
I can't take much more.
They say you when you get married,
it's to your own best friend..
but I'm convinced that I'm married,
To an evil Mexican!