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James Lyrics
Laid Lyrics
This bed is on fire
With passionate love
The neighbours 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
Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with 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
You�re driving me crazy, when are you coming home
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