Sam Smith & Kim Petras (+) Unholy
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doin' somethin' unholy
Lucky, lucky girl, she got married to a boy like you
She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew
'Bout all the shit you tell me that you do
Dirty, dirty boy,
you know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that
you've been
And how you don't know
how to keep your business clean
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doin' somethin' unholy
He's sat back while she's droppin' it
She'll be popping it, yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh, eh, oh, eh, oh, he left his kids at home
So he can get that
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doin' somethin' unholy (woo)
Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the addy
Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga daddy
You gon' need to bag it up,
'cause I'm spending on Rodeo (woo)
You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the AM
And he, he get me, Prada,
get me Miu Miu like Rihanna
He always call me 'cause I never cause no drama
And when you want it, baby
I know I got you covered
And when you need it, baby
Just jump under the covers
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doin' somethin' unholy
He's sat back while she's droppin' it
She'll be popping it, yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh, eh, oh, eh, oh, he left his kids at home
So he can get that
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy