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This bed is on fire with passionate loveThe neighbours complain about the noises aboveBut she only comes when she's on top
My therapist said not to see you no moreShe said you're like a disease without any cureShe said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore
Ah you think you're so pretty
Caught your hand inside the tillSlammed your fingers in the doorFought with kitchen knives and skewersDressed me up in women's clothesMessed around with gender rolesLine my eyes and call me pretty
Moved out of the house so you moved next doorI locked you out you cut a hole in the wallI found you sleeping next to me I thought I was aloneYou're driving me crazy when are you coming home?
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