MRS. STOCKHOLM

Mrs. Stockholm, what's the deal
I've been looking forward to your home cooked meals
Where's Mr Syndrome gone
And why am I seated in his chair so odd

I've been feeling lonely
Baby won't you hold me
Put your gun to my head
And I will never leave your bed
Leave your bed, leave your bed
Curse my name, fuck my life
I'll come back with open arms
Addicted to this dangerous game of love we play
Rumor says we break it off, I could never get enough
I'm all trapped within your web

Rumor has it that good things they never last
So let me drown them to the bottom of the bath
"Mozel Tov" I put my foot atop the glass
And step down to find I'm barefoot now with a gash

What funny games we play
Tag you're it
I've been hit
With Cupid's blade
It's like a carousel
Up and down
When it's down
We're down in hell
I'm tryna get to you
Or am I tryna run away, my heads gets so confused

Mrs. Stockholm what's the deal
I've been looking forward to your home cooked meals
Where's Mr Syndrome gone
And why am I seated in his chair so odd
Mrs. Stockholm, take my hand
I have got 2 tickets to the Syndrome Band
You make me pretty glad
That I am all tied up in your basement trapped

Mrs. Stockholm
Woah woah
Mrs. Stockholm
Woah woah
Mrs. Stockholm
Woah woah

I can hear the sounds of a thousand angels above
They're telling me to run, telling me to run yeah
We should wrap it up now, we should pack it up now
You know this ain't your home no more

What funny games we play
Tag you're it
I've been hit
With Cupid's blade
It's like a carousel
Up and down
When it's down
We're down in hell
I'm tryna get to you

Mrs. Stockholm what's the deal
I've been looking forward to your home cooked meals
Where's Mr Syndrome gone
And why am I seated in his chair so odd
Mrs. Stockholm, take my hand
I have got 2 tickets to the Syndrome Band
You make me pretty glad
That I am all tied up in your basement trapped

Mrs. Stockholm
Woah woah
Mrs. Stockholm
Woah woah
Mrs. Stockholm
Woah woah