Rockstar

Gonna marry a rockstar

Gonna move downtown

Loft a bed above his practice space

Guitars hanging all around

He'll wake up while I'm whispering, "Babe, it's almost noon"

But we could kiss all day in this tiny room

We like walking wearing black matching Converse shoes

Instead of diamond rings, we get new tattoos

Instead of walking down the aisle, it's a backyard gig

Just an ice-cream cake and the people we dig

Oh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm gonna marry a rockstar

Go to every last show

Nod my head to the bass drum

From the very front row

I help my baby move his gear to the stage from the van

I take pictures on his phone for his Instagram

He's gonna make it big, he's gonna sell so many tracks

And through the ups and the downs, I'll be the lover that lasts

Oh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't mind picking up the bill

It won't be long until a studio in the hills

A souped-up mixing board, sometimes he'll let me record

The little poems I write, then we go out at night to The Satellite

Plays his guitar for so many bands

He's got those talented, rough, rock-and-roll-type hands

And I feel 'em on my back, on my neck, on my face

Every chord progression makes my heart just race

When he sees me in the crowd, points and blows me a kiss

Don't really know how life could get much better than this

Oh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gonna marry a rockstar

And when he's touring 'round the world

I'll send him unreleased The Walking Dead episodes

So on the plane, he's not bored

He sends a picture of the buildings in each new city

He texts me every afternoon just to say "You're pretty"

And before I go to bed, "Miss you, baby, goodnight"

Kissy heart emoji, "Do you need sexy FaceTime?"

Never worry 'bout a local groupie tryna take a ride

My lover only like ladies Twitter-verified

Like me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gonna marry a rockstar

We got a love you can't doubt

Wrinkle right up next to each other

We'll get old but stay loud

Oh, yeah

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