Lily Allen’s ‘bloody chamber’

Don't come home, I don't want you in my bed

Don’t come home, I don’t want you in my bed

Go to the apartment in the West Village instead

Leave me all alone on our Honeymoon instead

I'll drop off your clothes, your mail and medication

I’ll ransack your desk, then go to the west tower

I'm already on my way, heading to the station

I’m already on my way, wounding ever downward

Stuck on the F, there's a problem on the line

Stuck on the walls, the rape of the Sabines

I couldn't be more stressed, I'm losing my mind

I couldn’t be more stressed, I’m losing my mind

Up to the first floor, key in the front door

Little dark corridor, key in the barred door

Nothing's ever gonna be the same anymore

Nothing’s ever gonna be the same anymore

And that's when I realised (Realised)

And that’s when I realised (Realised)

Something don't feel right

Something don’t feel right

I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace

I didn’t know it was your bloody chamber, bloody chamber, bloody chamber, bloody chamber

I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo

I only thought it was a private study, a hideaway, a den you said

So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?

So am I looking at a noble sadist, noble sadist, noble sadist?

Oh, talk about a low blow, oh no, oh no

I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace

I didn’t know it was your bloody chamber, bloody chamber, bloody chamber, bloody chamber

I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo