Matt nathanson - Laid [ Lyrics ]

This bed is on fire with passion and 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’ll become a bore, oh no Ah you think you’re so pretty (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)