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)