One more hit before I hit the hay
It's not your fault I change every day
I'm way in over my head
She calls it therapy sex
With drugs like these, we'll both end up dead
We never get to talk a lot
I meant to call, but I forgot
But trust me, I miss you, my dear
It's been some very lonely years
I'm convinced she's all I need in life
She tells me she's not the type of gal that I should want to call a wife
I'm way in over my head
She calls it therapy sex
With drugs like these, we'll both end up dead
Days turn to weeks and then to months
I'd murder just to see her once
I pity all those that don't know
Her smile: shining, divine glow
Her smile: shining, divine glow
She calls it therapy sex
She calls it therapy sex
Therapy sex
Maxton Santos - Therapy Sex Lyrics
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One more hit before I hit the hay
It's not your fault I change every day
I'm way in over my head
She calls it therapy sex
With drugs like these, we'll both end up dead
We never get to talk a lot
I meant to call, but I forgot
But trust me, I miss you, my dear
It's been some very lonely years
I'm convinced she's all I need in life
She tells me she's not the type of gal that I should want to call a wife
I'm way in over my head
She calls it therapy sex
With drugs like these, we'll both end up dead
Days turn to weeks and then to months
I'd murder just to see her once
I pity all those that don't know
Her smile: shining, divine glow
Her smile: shining, divine glow
She calls it therapy sex
She calls it therapy sex
Therapy sex
It's not your fault I change every day
I'm way in over my head
She calls it therapy sex
With drugs like these, we'll both end up dead
We never get to talk a lot
I meant to call, but I forgot
But trust me, I miss you, my dear
It's been some very lonely years
I'm convinced she's all I need in life
She tells me she's not the type of gal that I should want to call a wife
I'm way in over my head
She calls it therapy sex
With drugs like these, we'll both end up dead
Days turn to weeks and then to months
I'd murder just to see her once
I pity all those that don't know
Her smile: shining, divine glow
Her smile: shining, divine glow
She calls it therapy sex
She calls it therapy sex
Therapy sex
Writer: Maxton Santos
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