Unholy

He lucky, lucky, lu-
He lucky, lucky, lu-
He lucky, lucky, lu-

Lucky, lucky girl
She got married to a boy like you
She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew
'Bout all the - you told me that you do

Dirty, dirty boy
You know everyone is talking on the scene
I heard them whispering '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
Doing something unholy
He's sat back while she's dropping it
She be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh
He left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome
So he can get that
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy

Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the add'y
Gimme blood, gimme bones, praying God won't save you daddy
I gon' need you to shut up, I do not want you to fuck up
I'm gonna need to be careful so I won't ruin my Prada
I fucking love to be evil, I promise I am the devil
There's nothing you can do bout it, so just enjoy it, you're special

He makes me feel so satisfied, she don't deserve him
I wanna rip his head off and tear him limb from limb
I know 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 dropping it
She be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh
He left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome
So he can get that
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doin' something unholy
Unholy

UNHOLY

Lucky lucky girl
She better not find out
All the dirty things we did

Mummy don't know he's already gone
He begged me
Begged me to stop, but

Mummy don't know he's already gone
He begged me to stop
I did something unholy



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Russell Walter, James John Napier, Samuel Frederick Smith, Kim Petras, Ilya Salmanzadeh, Blake Slatkin, Omer Fedi
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