Housewife

Two bodies pressed together

Two boys are falling hard

The smell of sweat and leather

A kinky greeting card

Crazy about each other

We both got fucked up pasts

But when we are together

We have a fucking blast

I want to be a housewife

What's so wrong with that

I want to be a housewife, yeah

And that's just where I'm at

I'm making guacamole

He's working on the car

When he grills turkey burgers

He knows I like them charred

I like to wash the dishes

I like to scrub the floors

Don't mind doing his laundry

What are boyfriends for

I want to be a housewife

What's so wrong with that

I want to be a housewife, yeah

And that's just where I'm at

I want to have his baby

I want to wear his ring

He drives me fucking crazy

I am his everything

I want to be a housewife

What's so wrong with that

I want to be a housewife, yeah

And that's just where I'm at

I want to be a housewife

What's so wrong with that

Can't wait till he's in my life, yeah

Cause we haven't met

We haven't met yet

We haven't met yet

We haven't met yet

Met

Yet