Lyrics:

[Verse:]
This bed is on fire with passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when shes on top

My therapist says not to see you no more
She said youre like a disease without any cure
She said Im so obsessed that Im becoming a bore, oh no

God, you think youre so pretty

Hey

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
Line my eyes and call me pretty

Hey

I moved out of the house
So you move next door
I locked you out
You cut a hole in the wall
I caught you sleeping next to me
I thought I was alone
Youre driving me crazy
When are you coming home?

Ah, you think youre so pretty

Hey
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