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)