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Laid lyrics
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
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´ll become a bore, oh no
Ah you think you´re so pretty (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Bought the kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women´s 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
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