House Tour by Sabrina Carpenter
Artist: Sabrina Carpenter
Genre: Pop
Length: 2:49
House Tour lyrics
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 (I could take you to the—) And I promise none of this is a metaphor (And I promise none of—, ah) I just want you to come inside (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 (Woo) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Co-Come on babe, oh) (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 Mm So (To the first, second, third floor) Uhm (House tour) (And I promise this is not a metaphor) Are you coming in or what?