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 our 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 want to wear his ring
He drives me fuckin' 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 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