Karaoké Laid Matt Nathanson

This bed is on fire with passionate 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 become a bore oh no

Ah you think you're so pretty hee hee hee hee hee hee

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 hee hee hee hee hee hee hee

Moved out of the house so 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

Laid laid

Ooh ooh ooh ooh