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This bed is on fire with passion and love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
I'm very upset not to see you no more
She said, "you're like a disease without any cure
I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore"
Oh, no, no..
Oh, you think you're so pretty

Crush your hand inside the till
Slam your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dress me up in women's clothes
Fucked around with gender roles
Damn I am, they call me pretty

Moved out of the house so you moved next door
I locked you out so 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?

Moved out of the house so you moved next door
I locked you out so 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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