,

,

This bed is on

fire with passionate,

love

The neighbors

complain about the noises, a

bove

But she only

comes when shes on,

top

My therapist

said not to see you no

more

She said youre like a di

sease without any

cure, She said Im so ob

sessed that

Im becoming a

bore, oh no,

Ah you think youre so

pretty

eeeeeeeeee

eee,

eeeeeeeeeeee,

eee

Caught your hand inside the

till, Slammed your fingers in the

door

Fought with kitchen knives and

skewers,

Dressed me up in womens

clothes

Messed around with gender

roles, Line my

eyes and call me

pretty

eeeeeeeeee

eee,

eeeeeeeeeeee

eee,

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, Youre driving me

crazy when are you

coming

home,

,

Laid

eeeeeeeeee

eee,

eeeeeeeeeeee

eee

,

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