Lyrics:Tate McRae - House Wife

Tate McRae - House Wife

Okay, okay 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? I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife You, you, you, you could be the one I'm calling honey, be my sex on the side (You, you, you) Acres of open stars, headlights of precious cars, life imitating art 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, you could be the one I'm calling honey, be my sex on the side (You, you, you) Acres of open stars, headlights of precious cars, life imitating art I, I, I, I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife 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, you could be the one I'm calling honey, be my sex on the side (You, you, you) Acres of open stars, headlights of precious cars, life imitating art I, I, I, I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife Be my, be my