Glass of milk and butter toast
The radio's on for breakfast
One bedroom condo by the coast
Get naked when the Sun sets
Screw-top wine, slow dancing
Bare foot in the backyard
We share a cigarette
He loves my name, but calls me sweetheart (honey)

We can't do champagne problems
If we can't afford the bottles

I don't need dollar bills to fall from the sky
If it's me and you until we die
No, I don't need to be a rich Hamptons wife
Jackpot, baby, you're the prize
It doesn't need to be noble
Honeymoon in a motel
We don't need the Belaire
Honeymoon in a motel

I don't need drugs to feel high
I don't need cash to feel alive
Baby, love's not for sale
Like the boy on my bed
Like the air I inhale
Breakfast in bed, but the good kind
You would fight day and night, he's mine
I don't need the fame or money
If I can have forever with my honey

We can't do champagne problems
If we can't afford the bottles

I don't need dollar bills to fall from the sky
If it's me and you until we die
No, I don't need to be a rich Hamptons wife
Jackpot baby, you're the prize
It doesn't need to be noble
Honeymoon in a motel
We don't need the Belaire
Honeymoon in a motel

We're dancing in the living room
Then we make out on the carpet
The cupid's bow is in my hand
And you're my favourite target
You're my seven minutes in heaven
But we're not in the closet
Oh, he loves me for me
Even if I'm heavy-hearted

Honeymoon in a motel (honeymoon)
Honeymoon in a motel (honeymoon)
Honeymoon in a motel (honeymoon)
Honeymoon in a motel
Honeymoon in a motel
Honeymoon in a motel
Honeymoon in a motel
Honeymoon in a motel