Scottsdale Mom Lyrics

You rock the pony on top

And it's kinda in a mop

But can switch it to that little dress

From Old Town to the Open

You come a dime a dozen

But the one I obsess

I know you're out of my league

But you are such a dream

Which draws me to you

But the ring on your finger

Is the only thing that lingers

And the kids were a clue

But that doesn't matter to me

I could be a step dad

Or a guy who cleans the pool

While your husband's out of town

And the kids are off at school

Cus you're holding on my heart

Like the Louis on your shoulder

With the gucci belt and cheetah print

And diamond plated stroller

Scottsdale mom

If you want to be free

Ditch the suburban style

That you're in right now

And run away, run away with me

Well god damn girl

I want to make you my world

look so good next to me dear

You know I like 'em a little older

And you keep on coming over

No coincidence here

So drop the kids off with your mom

Or they can come along

Just so that it's me and you

Give me a moment of your time

So I can make you mine

Cus some things I'd like to do

I could be a step dad

Or a guy who cleans the pool

While your husband's out of town

And the kids are off at school

Cus you're holding on my heart

Like the Louis on your shoulder

With the gucci belt and cheetah print

And diamond plated stroller

So Scottsdale mom

If you want to be free

Ditch the suburban style

That you're in right now

And run away, run away with me

I'll be your best photographer

And like all of your posts

So I can wake up to you

And kiss your cute little nose

We'll get a board at brunch

With your sorority

Then a bucket at casa

Like at WPC

I let you pick my outfits

If I do your nails

So I can show you off

Like my holy grail

I'll drink your wack ass smoothies

Take a trip to the beach

I'll even join your pyramid schemes

Like seriously, I'll do whatever it takes

So I could be their step dad

Or a guy who cleans the pool

While your husband's out of town

And the kids are off at school

Cus you're holding on my heart

Like the Louis on your shoulder

With the gucci belt and cheetah print

And diamond plated stroller

Scottsdale mom

If you want to be free

Ditch the suburban style

That you're in right now

And run away, run away,

Run away, run away

Run away, run away

With me