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 have fucked up pasts
But when we are together
We have a fucking blast
I wanna be a housewife
What's so wrong with that
I wanna 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 wanna be a housewife
What's so wrong with that
I wanna be a housewife, yeah
And that's just where I'm at
I wanna have his baby
I wanna wear his ring
He drives me fucking crazy
I am his everything
I wanna be a housewife
What's so wrong with that
I wanna be a housewife, yeah
And that's just where I'm at
I wanna be a housewife
What's so wrong with that
Can't wait 'til he's in my life, yeah
'Cause we haven't met
we haven't met yet
we haven't met yet
Thanks, Lauren!