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Trophy Wife Lyrics by Adam LaPorte

Nashville

2021

I liked it better
When you were Prince Charming
And had all the answers
I think you did too
If I had never
Questioned priorities
It’d be you over me
Time and time, through and through
I think I made peace with that
For a while I needed that
But we grow up and we grow out
Then I get stuck and think about
How in another life
You could’ve made me your trophy wife
You could’ve paid me to
Sit around the house
Perk you up when you were down
Yеah if the price was right
I could have been a good trophy wifе
Not a bad gig
When I think in retrospect
Stroke your ego rub your neck
And then collect
But you couldn't foot the bill
(I hate to make this blunt
Put the money in my pocket or you're shit outta luck)
Not now and you never will
(I'll give you what you want
Put the money in my pocket and the rest in the trunk, hey)
Can’t you just see it
I’m dressed up to the nines
With my brain atrophying
A smile plastered on
And you're the genius
Oh what luck, oh what fun
Just to be your plus one
To that upper echelon
To think I believed in you
The snake oil smelled like perfume
But would I’d done
What I should
If you’d really had the goods?
Or in another life
Would you have made me your trophy wife
Would you have paid me to
Sit around the house
Perk you up when you were down
Yeah if the price was right
I could have been a good trophy wife
Not a bad gig
When I think in retrospect
Stroke your ego rub your neck
And then collect
But you couldn't foot the bill
(I hate to make this blunt
Put the money in my pocket or you're shit outta luck)
Not now and you never will
(I'll give you what you want
Put the money in my pocket and the rest in the trunk, hey)
It may seem all froth and frills
But baby it’s a bankable skill
Behind every good man
There’s someone working hard
To give a damn
And I know I am
You could’ve made me your trophy wife
You could’ve paid me to
Sit around the house
Perk you up when you were down
Yeah if the price was right
I could have been a good trophy wife
Not a bad gig
When I think in retrospect
Stroke your ego rub your neck
And then collect
But you couldn't foot the bill
(I hate to make this blunt
Put the money in my pocket or you're shit outta luck)
Not now and you never will
(I'll give you what you want
Put the money in my pocket and the rest in the trunk, hey)

About “Trophy Wife” by Adam LaPorte

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"Trophy Wife" is credited to Adam LaPorte. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

"Trophy Wife" appears on "Nashville" in 2021.

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