Housewife+Dear god+Sports car+NOBODY’S GIRL (2026维多利亚的秘密时尚秀现场)-Tate McRae

Housewife+Dear god+Sports car+NOBODY’S GIRL (2026维多利亚的秘密时尚秀现场)

歌手:Tate McRae

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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

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