Laid

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'm becoming a bore, oh no

Ah, you think you're so pretty

Laid~ Laid~ Laid~

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

Laid~ Laid~ Laid~

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