I think this track goes well with my last post which featured Lady Chatterley’s Lover from 1928.
Word for today; Laid – well, just laid. Lyrics below
More to come; same blog time, same blog channel
Lyrics
This bed is on fire with passionate love
The neighbours 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 the till
Slammed your fingers in the drawer
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women’s clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Line 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
Lyrics by Metrolyrics.com
BruceBlogsHere 
Eh.? Where did that come from? 🤭🤭
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By: marymtf on December 31, 2020
at 11:38 am
Do you mean where did I find this song or …. how does it go with my last post? Answering the second part now; I thought it a good contrast , especially the first few lines, to a book published in 1928. And I like it. Happy New Year Mary. (It is a bit naughty I suppose)
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By: Bruce on December 31, 2020
at 10:19 pm