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 have fucked up pasts
but when we are together
we have a fucking blast

chorus
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

chorus

I wanna have his baby
I wanna wear his ring
he drives me fuckin crazy
I am his everything

chorus

2nd chorus
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

we haven't met yet
we haven't met yet

© 2002 Great Depression Publishing (BMI)