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