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 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

"I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave..."

I'm driving you crazy...Damn it Woman!

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