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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