Unholy (Live From The Royal Albert Hall / Apple Music Edition) Lyrics
Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy
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 about 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
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
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
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
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
Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot
At the Body Shop
Doing something unholy