Housewife—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

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

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

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 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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