Píseň: Laid

Interpret:
Matt Nathanson
Album:
American Wedding Soundtrack
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…


Caught your hand inside a till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women's clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty


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
Laid
Profilový obrázek - American Wedding Soundtrack
American Wedding Soundtrack (2003)

1. Laid