Lyrics House Tour - Sabrina Carpenter

Take your shoes off

Thank you for dinner, baby, I had a really great time
I really loved the conversation and that your car self drives
The pineapple air freshener is my favorite kind
Well, this is me, but if you have time

Do you want the house tour?
I could take you to the first, second, third floor
And I promise none of this is a metaphor
I just want you to come inside
Baby, what's mine is now yours

The couch is really comfy, comfy
Got some Chips Ahoy if you're hungry, hungry
You don't need to love me, love me, love me
I'm just so proud of my design (to dim the lights)

Do you want the house tour?
I could take you to the first, second, third floor
And I promise none of this is a metaphor
I just want you to come inside
But never enter through the back door

House tour
Yeah, I spent a little fortune on the waxed floors
We can be a little reckless 'cause it's insured
I'm pleasured to be your hot tour guide
Baby, what's mine is now yours

(Come on babe)
(Oh, baby, if you come inside, if you come inside, I might let you, uh)

My house is on Pretty Girl Avenue
My house was especially built for you
Some say it's a place where your dreams come true
My house could be your house too

So, uhm
Are you coming in or what?