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