Interior Design

Get out of my house You have your own Right next door You have your own walls to decorate and your own furniture to arrange Get out of my house You’re starting to freak me out How you come inside like you live here and sort through my jewellery and clothes I don’t remember inviting you in Get out of my house I can barely recognize my own rooms after you’ve been here What have you done? Why are you here? Get out of my house You psycho

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