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 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