Laid

This bed is on fire with passionate love

The neighbours complain about the noises above

But she only comes when she's on top

My therapist says 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

God you think you're so pretty

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

I moved out of the house

So you move next door

I locked you out

You cut a hole in the wall

I caught you sleeping next to me

I thought I was alone

You're driving me crazy

When are you coming home

Ah you think you're so pretty