Lyrics:

This bed is on fire**lf**With passionate love**lf**The neighbours complain about the noises above**lf**But she only comes when she''s on top**lf****lf**My therapist said not to see you no more**lf**She said you''re like a disease without any cure**lf**She said I''m so obsessed that I''m becoming a bore, oh no**lf**Ah, you think you''re so pretty**lf****lf**Caught your hand inside the till**lf**Slammed your fingers in the door**lf**Fought with kitchen knives and skewers**lf**Dressed me up in womens clothes**lf**Messed around with gender roles**lf**Dye my eyes and call me pretty**lf****lf**Moved out of the house, so you moved next door**lf**I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall**lf**I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone**lf**You''re driving me crazy, when are you coming home