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• sozleri;
  
  this bed is on fire with passion and 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 (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
  
  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
  
  moved out of the house so you, 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