Problems

[Verse 1] Ooh, the type of stain that won’t come off and you try to bleach me Ooh, the type of love that doesn’t make sense [Chorus] But you make me wanna go to bed with you and lie you down Together we can talk about our (Talk about our) Problems with the bleach, ooh (Lalalalala) [Verse 2] Ooh, typical text in new dialects when you try to reach me To simplify things with all that it brings, I just want you [Chorus] But you make me wanna go to bed with you and lie you down Together we can talk about our (Talk about our) [Bridge] But you don’t make me happy, why do I try? But it’s your hands I’m clasping on for dear life [Chorus] But you make me wanna go to bed with you and lie you down Together we can talk about our (Talk about our) Problems with the bleach, ooh (Lalalalala)