James – Laid
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she’s on top
She said you’re like a disease without any cure
She said I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore, oh no
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women’s clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Line my eyes and call me pretty
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
Laid