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