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Housewife+Dear god+Sports car+NOBODY’S GIRL (2026维多利亚的秘密时尚秀现场) - Tate McRae
Composed by:Grant/Julia Michaels/Ryan Tedder/Tate McRae
Okay okay
Yeah
Think my paradise is tabloids 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
And all the dreams they try to sell you sell you
The price of fame can take you to your knees
And when it does wanna run away with me?
Yeah
I just wanna make a lot of money be my own housewife
You you you y-you could be the one I'm calling honey
Be my sex on the side
You you you you
Acres of open stars headlights of precious cars life imitating art
I I I I I just wanna make a lot of money
Be my own housewife
Be my be my
Drive fast take me out of here
Louis out the window and the 310 in the mirror
Life's great when you disappear
Rockies took the girl but the city took the golden years
This industry will try to kill you kill you
But not before they try to bill you bill you
They try to take away your wild and free
And when they do wanna run away with me?
I just wanna make a lot of money be my own housewife
You you you y-you could be the one I'm calling honey
Be my sex on the side
You you you you
Acres of open stars headlights of precious cars life imitating art
I I I I I just wanna make a lot of money
Be my own housewife
Be my be my
Be my
Go into my garden pick the money off the tree
I don't pay for nothing baby people pay me
And you right beside me's just the icing on the dream
I don't need you I want you and that's my favorite thing
Go into my garden pick the money off the tree
I don't date nobody baby people date me
And you right beside me's just the icing on the dream
I don't need you I want you and that's my favorite thing
I just wanna make a lot of money be my own housewife
You you you y-you could be the one I'm calling honey
Be my sex on the side
You you you you
Acres of open stars headlights of precious cars life imitating art
I I I I I just wanna make a lot of money
Be my own housewife
Be my be my
Lay there
Back of my mind he stay there
Pops up time to time like"Hey there"
Haven't seen you in two years
But baby we still breathe the same air
New love and it's almost workin'
And I never used to be this person
But here I am
Hands on my chest and my knees on the carpet
Hopin' you'll stop it
Ah
Dear God
Take his kiss right out of my brain
Take the pleasure out of my pain
Take the way he used to say"I love you"
Dear God
Get his imprint out of my bed
Take"amazing" out of our sex
Take away the way I still might want to
No
Facts
All the memories babe
I play 'em all play 'em all play 'em all play 'em all back
To erase his name
I'd give it all give it all give everything that I have
All my no-good thoughts
I pray about pray about pray about pray about that
Take away the way I still might want to
Dear God uh uh uh-uh
Dear God uh uh
Dear God I hope you're listenin'
I play 'em all play 'em all play 'em all play 'em all back
I pray it ain't him I'm missin'
Dear God I hope you're listenin'
I play 'em all play 'em all play 'em all play 'em all back
I pray it ain't him I'm missin'
Dear God I hope you're listenin'
Dear God dear God dear God
I'd give it all give it all give everything that I have
I pray about pray about pray about pray about that
Hey cute jeans
Jeans
Take mine off me
Me
Oh golly gee
Gee
I can't take no more
I'm goin' weak in my knees
Oh
Where'd you put those keys?
Mm
We can share one seat
Seat
We can share one seat
In the alley in the back
In the center of this room
With the windows rolled down
Boy don't make me choose
In the alley in the back
In the center of this room
With the windows rolled down
Boy don't make me choose
I think you know what this is
I think you wanna uh
No you ain't got no Mrs.
Oh but you got a sports car
We can uh-uh in it
While you drive it real far
Yeah you know what this is
Yeah you know what this is
Pretty blue streetlights
Lights
And my hazel eyes
Eyes
And if it feels right
Right
We could go again like three four times
So my type
Type
Got butterflies
Oh
So good it hurts
Hurts
Thinkin' 'bout what we did before this verse
On the corner of my bed
Oh and maybe on the beach
You could do it on your own
While you're lookin' at me
I think you know what this is
I think you wanna uh
No you ain't got no Mrs.
Oh but you got a sports car
We can uh-uh in it
While you drive it real far
Yeah you know what this is
Yeah you know what this is
I think you know what this is
I think you wanna uh
No you ain't got no Mrs.
Oh but you got a sports car
We can uh-uh in it
While you drive it real far
Yeah you know what this is
Yeah you know what this is
Yeah you know what this is