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
what’s so wrong with that
i wanna have his baby
i wanna wear his ring
he drives me fuckin crazy
i am his everything
i wanna be a housewife
what’s so wrong with that
can’t wait ‘til he’s in my life, yeah
cuz we haven’t met
can’t wait ‘til he’s in my life, yeah
cuz we haven’t met
we haven’t met yet…
we haven’t met yet…