Lyrics Sam Smith - Unholy ft. Kim Petras

[Verse 1: Sam Smith]

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 whisperin' 'bout the places that you been

And how you don't know how to keep your business clean

[Chorus: Sam Smith & Kim Petras]

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop

Doing somethin' unholy

He's sat back while she's droppin' 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 somethin' unholy (Woo)

[Verse 2: Kim Petras]

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 (Woo)

You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the AM

And he, he get me Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna

He always call me 'cause I never cause no drama

[Pre-Chorus: Kim Petras]

And when you want it, baby

I know I got you covered

And when you need it, baby

Just jump under the covers

[Chorus: Sam Smith]

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop

Doing somethin' unholy

He's sat back while she's droppin' 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 somethin' unholy 

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