Tate Mcrae - Housewife

Okay, okay. Yeah. They my
paradise. It's tap boys and flashing lights.
Truth is, it's more like loads of cash and a nice guy and a life lived right.
I know that. There's just some things that they don't tell you, tell you.
Oh. And all the dreams they try to sell you, sell you.
Yeah. The price of fame, it takes you to your knees.
Oh. And when it does wanna run away with me.
Yeah. I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife.
Do you, do you, do you, do you.
You could be the one I'm calling honey, be my sex on the side.
Do you, do you, do you, do you.
Acres of open stars, headlights of precious cars.
Life imitating art. I, I,