Unholy Song Lyrics by Kim Petras and Sam Smith
Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hotAt the body shop, doing something unholy
He lucky, lucky, yeah (ooh)He lucky, lucky, yeah (ye-yeah)He lucky, lucky, yeahHe lucky, lucky, yeah
A lucky, lucky girlShe got married to a boy like youShe’d kick you out if she ever, ever knew‘Bout all the – you tell me that you do
Dirty, dirty boyYou know everyone is talking on the sceneI hear them whispering ’bout the places that you’ve beenAnd how you don’t know how to keep your business clean
Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hotAt the body shop, doing something unholyHe’s sat back while she’s dropping it, she be popping itYeah, she put it down slowlyOh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids atHo-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he can get thatMummy don’t know daddy’s getting hotAt the body shop, doing something unholy (woo)
Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the add’y (yuh)Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga daddyYou 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 a.m.And he, he get me Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna (ah)He always call me ’cause I never cause no dramaAnd when you want it, baby, I know I got you coveredAnd when you need it, baby, just jump under the covers
Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hotAt the body shop, doin’ somethin’ unholyHe’s sat back while she’s dropping it, she be popping itYeah, she put it down slowlyOh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids atHo-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he can get thatMummy don’t know daddy’s getting hotAt the body shop, doin’ something unholy