Laid

Laid
James

This bed is on fire with passionate love
The neighbours 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

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
Lined my eyes and called 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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  1. Pingback: You’re like a disease without any cure « Lyrical Wisdom

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