Letra de 'Unholy (feat. Sam Smith)' de Kim Petras

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something 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 whispering about 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, 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 somethin' unholy

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
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
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
Doing something unholy
He's sat back while she's dropping it
She'd be poppin' 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