Оригинальный текст песни Unholy – Sam Smith & Kim Petras
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy.
Lucky, lucky girl,
Lucky, lucky girl,
Lucky, lucky girl,
Lucky, lucky girl.
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.
Mm, 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 spendin' on Rodeo,
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,
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.
