This bed is on fire
With passionate 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
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
ooh la la, I’ve fallen in love
and it’s better this time than ever before
With heat struck afternoons long through,
Those idle dreams go back to you.
was this only in my head?
Just like most things go misread
When overthought
watching slumdog millionaire
this is easily one of my favorite movies
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