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
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, 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 Three
Hundred Ten 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
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
