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

chorus

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

chorus

I wanna have his baby

I wanna wear his ring

he drives me fuckin crazy

I am his everything

chorus

2nd chorus

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

© 2002 Great Depression Publishing (BMI)