Sabrina Carpenter – House Tour Lyrics

House Tour – Sabrina Carpenter Lyrics

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 (And I promise none of—)

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, um (To the first and second, third floor)

(And I promise this is not a metaphor) Are you coming in or what?