Lyrics Unholy - 13
Mummy
don't
know
daddy's
getting
hot
At
the
body
shop,
doing
something
unholy
He
lucky,
lucky,
yeah
(ooh)
He
lucky,
lucky,
yeah
(ye-yeah)
He
lucky,
lucky,
yeah
He
lucky,
lucky,
yeah
A
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
tell
me
that
you
do
Dirty,
dirty
boy
You
know
everyone
is
talking
on
the
scene
I
hear
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
(woo)
Mmm,
daddy,
daddy,
if
you
want
it,
drop
the
add'y
(yuh)
Give
me
love,
give
me
Fendi,
my
Balenciaga
daddy
You
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
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,
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
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