He hit me, and it felt like a kiss.
He hit me, but it didn't hurt me.
He couldn't stand to hear me say
That I had been with someone new.
And when I told him I had been [bad word] ...
He hit me, and it felt like a kiss.
He hit me, and I knew he loved me.
Cause if he didn't care for me,
I could have never made him mad.
And he hit me, and I was glad.
Baby, why won't you stay? (repeat)
Cause when he took me in his arms,
With all the tenderness there is.
He hit me, and he made me feel.
Baby, why won't you stay? (repeat)