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 can’t see you no more

She said you're like a disease without any cure

and I'm so obsessed I'm becoming a bore, oh no

Ah, you think you're so pretty

Caught your hand inside the till

Slammed your fingers in the drawer

Fought with kitchen knives and skewers

Played around with gender roles

Dressed me up in women's clothes

Lined 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

Woke up lying next to you, I thought I was alone

You're driving me crazy, when are you coming home?

Laid, Laid