House Tour

House Tour - Sabrina Carpenter

Lyrics by：Jack Antonoff/John Ryan/Sabrina Carpenter/Amy Allen

Composed by：Jack Antonoff/John Ryan/Sabrina Carpenter/Amy Allen

Produced by：Jack Antonoff/John Ryan/Sabrina Carpenter

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

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

I just want you to come inside

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

Come come on babe oh

Oh baby if you come inside if you come inside

I might let you

Uh 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

So

To the first and second third floor

Um

And I promise this is not a metaphor

Are you coming in or what?