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