Lyrics

Yeah I won't be your pretty wife
Yeah I won't use this pretty knife
To butter your bread
Yeah I won't be your trophy wife
White pickets fence is that the life
You dream of in bed?

So you can do what you wanna do
But is it true that I can do it too

Now would it be a dream come true
If I were to get up for you
At 5am while you catch a few
More hours sleep would that work for you

Would that work for you

Should I iron your pretty shirt
While I'm wearing my pretty skirt
And my loveliest smile
I promise babe there'll be no dirt
Left when I'm gone I'm pretty hurt
This life you want is vile

Babe I can do what I wanna do
So make it boo you can do it too

Now would it be a dream come true
If I were to get up for you
At 5am while you catch a few
More hours sleep would that work for you

Make your own
Make your own
Make your own lunch

Got my own
Got my own
Got my own job

Will you wake up at 5am for me?
Will you make lunch at 5am for me

Now would it be a dream come true
If I were to get up for you
At 5am while you catch a few
More hours sleep would that work for you