Unholy Lyrics - Sam Smith - Kim Petras

Sam Smith – Kim Petras

Unholy Lyrics

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

Unholy Song Video

Unholy by Kim Petras Sam Smith

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