"The Ideal Husband" lyrics - FATHER JOHN MISTY

Julian
He's gonna take my files

Every woman that I've slept with
Every friendship I've neglected
Didn't call when grandma died
I spend my money getting drunk and high

I've done things unprotected
Proceeded to drive home wasted
Bought things to win over siblings
I've said awful things, such awful things

And now
Now it's out
And now
Now it's out

Julian
He's gonna take my files

Telling people jokes to shut them up
Resenting people that I love
Sleep in till two then doin' shit
Just stay in bed a while and lie about it

Obsessing over greying hair
Knowing just what people wanna hear
Binging on under detention
I've said awful things, such awful things

And now
Now it's out
And now
Now it's out

I came by at seven in the morning
Seven in the morning, seven in the morning
I came by at seven in the morning
I said, "Baby, I'm finally succumbing."

Said something dumb like "I'm tired of running."
Tired of running, tired of running
Let's put a baby in the oven
Wouldn't I make the ideal husband?

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh