Laid

This bed is on fire with passionate 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, oh no
 Ah you think you're so pretty
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 Caught your hand inside the till
 Slammed your fingers in the door
 Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
 Dressed me up in women's clothes
 Messed around with gender roles
 Line my eyes and call me pretty
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 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
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 Laid
 Laid