We paint our houses at night Colours never match up right We'd never give a lock of our hair We fuck too much, we don't care And too many picture frames on your wall Christmas sparks in my head Like all those nights you were in my bed Like all those secret holes we shared Quilts out of skin, bones left bare And too many picture frames on your wall Can I be your housewife Can I be your housewife Can I be your housewife Can I be your housewife Can I be your housewife Don't be late for dinner