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) br, br,