Laid - Matt Nathanson



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'm becoming a bore oh no



Ah you think you're so pretty



eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee



Caught your hand inside the till

Slammed your fingers in the door

Bought the 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



Laid

Laid



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