two bodies pressed togethertwo voices were falling hardit smelled of sweat and leatherlike a kinky green cardcrazy about each otherwe both that fucked up pastbut when we are togehterwe have a fucking blasti wanna be a housewifewhat's so wrong with thati wanna be a housewife..yeahand that's the way i ami'm making guacamolehe's working on the carwhen he grill turkey burgershe know i like them charredi like to wash the dishesi like to scrub the floordont mind doing his laundrythat's what a boygirlfreind fori wanna be a housewifewhat's so wrong with thati wanna a housewife..yeahand that's where i'm ati wanna have his babyi wanna wear his ringhe drives me fucking crazyi am his everythingi wanna be a housewifewhat's so wrong with thati wanna be housewife..yeah and that's where i'm ati wanna be a housewifewhat's so wrong with thatcan't wait till he's in my lifecoz we haven't met yetwe haven't met yet...yet
