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This bed is on fire with passion and love
The neighbours complaining about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said your like a disease without any cure
She said i'm so obsessed i become a bore
oh no
yeah you think your so pretty
The neighbours complaining about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said your like a disease without any cure
She said i'm so obsessed i become a bore
oh no
yeah you think your so pretty
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This bed is on fire with passion and love
The neighbours complaining about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said your like a disease without any cure
She said i'm so obsessed i become a bore
oh no
yeah you think your so pretty
The neighbours complaining about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said your like a disease without any cure
She said i'm so obsessed i become a bore
oh no
yeah you think your so pretty
Shouldn't you be hanging around some street corner by now? Or do you start at 7?
That was... erm... bad.
You no like my song?
That was...confuzling
The moment that any single person regards that as a song is the moment that music dies.
Thought i would share!
Share a "song" about your neighbours complaining of your loud banging?
A song is only a song with Music.
At the moment it is but poetry.
At the moment it is but poetry.
Sorry...i thought i'd share my poetry!
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