Letras: Jay Brannan. Housewife.

(Music and Lyrics by Jay Brannan)

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?

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