Laid
This bed is on fire with passion and love The neighbors complain about the noises above But she only comes when she's on top
The therapist said not to see you no more She said you're like a disease without any cure She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore
Ah you think you're so pretty
Caught your hand inside the till Slammed your fingers in the door Bought the kitchen knives and skewers Dressed me up in womens clothes Messed around with gender roles Dye my eyes and call me pretty
Moved out of the house so you moved next door I locked you out you cut a hole in the wall I found you sleeping next to me I thought I was alone You're driving me crazy when are you coming home
Laid Laid
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