Putting you in the shade I'm afraid

All of those times when you were whipping me
It took it's toll though it was hard to see
I had a feeling that I'd come out tops
There'd be a silver lining when I let you drop

Dropping you in the drink I think

Show me a farmer with a golden goose
He makes sure that he never lets it loose
Cos if he does then the eggs ain't laid
Then the crops don't grow
And the haystacks don't get made

Cutting you to the quick 'cos you're sick

And now you're ruing as you cross the street
But it's too late now 'cos I'm off and I found my feet
Pointed your gun at me just once too much
My line of defence wasn't hard to judge
And then you had to go and lose your smile
And now you've lost me too 'cos your humours out of style

Putting you in the shade I'm afraid