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Matt Nathanson - Laid



This bed is on fire with passionate 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'm becoming 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
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in womens clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Line my eyes and call me pretty (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

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


Laiiiid Laiiiid (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)


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