Playhouse

I had the man, had the ring, we were white picket fenced in

Was the American dream from the outside looking in

I was practicing my smile in the mirror trying to make that house a home

I was putting on the lipstick, slip dress, trying to be his Jackie O

I was giving up my sanity for stability, it was killing me, it was misery

It's fun to play house, painting over troubles and doubts

Riding the highway to hell is an easy way to lose yourself

And if I should die before I wake, I know it'd be the bed I made

It's fun to play house, ain't it fun to play house