This bed is on fire with passion and love The neighbors complain about the noises above But she only comes 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´ll become a bore, oh no
Ah you think you´re so pretty (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
Caught your hand inside the till Slammed your fingers in the door Bought the kitchen knives and skewers Dressed me up in women´s clothes Messed around with gender roles Dye 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 I found you sleeping next to me I thought I was alone