Lyrics Emily Kinney – Rockstar

I’m gonna marry a rockstar
I’m gonna move downtown
Lofted bed above his practice space, guitars hanging all around
He’ll wake up while I’m whispering «Babe, it’s almost noon»

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 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

He plays his guitar for so many bands
He’s got those talented, rough, rock ‘n’ 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 can get much better than this

I’m gonna marry a rockstar, and when he’s touring ’round the world
I’ll send him unreleased 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 trying to take a ride
My lover only likes ladies twitter verified, like me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I’m 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 yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah