There are dames that drive drummers wild.
Simply with a shy smile,
Keep their figures trim, maintaining perfect skin;
I'm not one of them
I'm not one of them.
I wanna play House, I don't wanna figure that out.
I wanna play house, I don't wanna figure shit out.
There are babes that make me mad, simply cause they act so sad.
I've been conditioned to think. I'm the savior that they seek,
But i'm not one of them
I'm not one of them.
F*ck that.
I wanna play house, I don't wanna figure that out.
I wanna play house, I don't wanna figure shit out.
You wanna play?
--Cause I could cook us dinner , and you could eat me out.
We could cuddle watching tv, then f*ck on the couch,
And if you don't got no roommates, I guess we could be real ...
LOUD.
I wanna play house, I don't wanna figure that out,
I wanna play house, I don't wanna figure shit out.
I wanna play, you wanna play?
Let's play!