Emily Kinney - Rockstar lyrics

Gonna marry a rockstar, Gonna move downtown Loft a bed above his practice space, guitars hangin' all around. He'll wake up while I'm whisperin' "Babe, It's almost noon." But we could kiss all day, in this tiny room We like walkin', wearin' black matching Converse shoes. Instead of diamond rings we get new tattoos. Instead of walkin' down the isle it's a back yard gig Just an ice cream cake and the people we dig oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Gonna marry a rockstar Go to every last show Nod my head to the ba** 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 I don't mind picking up the bill, it won't be long until a studio in the hills receives a mixing board Sometimes he lets me record the little poems I write and 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 make 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 Oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Gonna marry this rockstar when he's touring 'round the world, I send him unreleased Walking Dead episodes so in 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 "your pretty" and before I go to bed "miss you, Baby. Goodnight. *kissy heart emoji* Do you need s**y FaceTime?" Never worry about a local groupie trying to take my man My lover only like ladies twitter verified, like me yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Gonna marry this 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