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This bed is on fire

with passionate love

The neighbors complain

about the noises above

But she only cums

when she's on top

My 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've become

a bore, oh, no

Ah, you think

you're so pretty

Hee... hee... ooh...

Caught your hand

inside a till

Slammed your fingers

in the door

Fought with kitchen

knives and skewers

Dressed me up

in womens clothes

Messed around

with gender roles

Dye my eyes

and call me pretty

Hee... hee... ooh...

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

Oh, ooh...

Oh, ooh... ooh... ooh...

Laid von Matt Nathanson - Songtext & Covers