Man's Best Friend – English Lyrics

• By: Sabrina Carpenter
• Album: Man's Best Friend

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Thank you for dinner, baby, I

Had a really great time

I really liked the conversation

And that your car still drives

The pineapple ice fresh and there is

My favorite kind, well, this is mean, but

If you have time,

Do you want a house tour?

Do you want the house tour?

I could take you to the first floor

Second, third, fourth, and I promise none of this is a metaphor

I just want you to come inside

Baby, what's mine is now yours

I'm just so proud of my design

Do you want the house tour?

I could take you to the first floor

Second, third, fourth, and I promise none of this is a metaphor

I just want you to come inside

But never enter through the back door

House tour

Yeah, I spent a little fortune on the wax floors

We can be a little reckless 'cause it's not insured

I'm sure to be your hot door

Baby, what's mine is now yours

My house

Is a pretty girl, I bet you

My house was specially built for you

Some say it's a place where your dreams come true

My house could be your house too

You have to give the people what they want

Are you coming in or what?