Oh my god I did your washing, what does this all mean?
I pegged out your undies, oh so carefully,
I’m under no illusions, I’m not as good as you,
Your shirts keep talking to me, telling me what to do.
Domestic bliss, domestic bliss, domestic bliss, I like it
Domestic bliss, domestic bliss, domestic bliss, I like it
Domestic bliss, domestic bliss, domestic bliss, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it
Then started to rain, it got sunny again,
But I kept on watching, brought the fkrs in again
My clothes were in there too, excitedly in with yours
Wonder what they did in there? now swaying happily indoors!
Domestic bliss, domestic bliss, domestic bliss, I like it
Domestic bliss, domestic bliss, domestic bliss, I like it
Domestic bliss, domestic bliss, domestic bliss, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it
I love working in the kitchen, that’s my thing … (that’s your sexiest look)
You should stand over there, and let me watch you sing … (let me watch you cook)
Washing my undies, that’s just too much … (I know where they’ve been)
Let’s go to bed, and read a book
Domestic bitch, domestic bitch, domestic bitch, I like it
Domestic bitch, domestic bitch, domestic bitch, I like it
Domestic bitch, domestic bitch, domestic bitch, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it
You need to get more pegs,a few of them broke
Be sure to get the eco ones, now that your my bloke
Domestic bitch, domestic bitch, domestic bitch, I like it
Domestic bitch, domestic bitch, domestic bitch, I like it
Domestic bitch, domestic bitch, domestic bitch, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it
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