Problem

I've got a problem with my boy
I've got a funny feeling that he keeps me
For a toy
He says he loves me when he's drunk
I wouldn't keep him of I didn't think that he's the one
He doesn't always sleep at home
But does it matter where you sleep, I don't know

And in our home all the flowers start to die
And the laundry hasn't been done in a while
He only screams at me when I scream at him
I only scream at him
When he screams at me

I've got a problem with my boy
I've got a funny feeling that he keeps me
For a toy

He only wants me when I don't
I nearly think that loving has lost its point
And in our home it's always dark
He says he doesn't want to see my aching heart

I've got a problem with my boy
I've got a funny feeling that he keeps me
For a toy



Credits
Writer(s): Elin Bolin
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