Laid - American Pie
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 fingers your in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in womens 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
