I will be a better mothernI will be a better wifenI will submit to my husbandnBut I lead a double lifenIn my head, and in my heartnGive me credit; I’m just playing a partnnBut he’s gonna want me when I’m famousnHe’s gonna want me when I’m goldnHe’s gonna want me when I make itnBut I will be, I will be sold outnnMy children will call me a blessingnFrom the day they can talknI’ll always have my wedding ringnBut most times I won’t have it onnnI take every chancenTo run my errands alonenI stay out as long as I cannUntil I am called to come homenAnd clean up, put the kids downnPlan to make love, though he’s nowhere aroundnnBut he’s gonna want me when I’m famousnHe’s gonna want me when I’m goldnHe’s gonna want me when I make itnBut I will be, I will be sold outnnSo I turn on the stovenAnd I let the cat outnThe carrots are boiling overnAs I bow to my secret crowdnCheering for me, and the way I performnI want to thank the AcademynFor all their supportnnHe’s gonna want me when I’m famousnHe’s gonna want me when I’m goldnHe’s gonna want me when I make itnBut I will be, I will be soldnnYeah, he’s gonna want me when I’m famousnHe’s gonna want me when I’m goldnHe’s gonna want me when I make itnBut I will be, I will be soldnYeah, I will be, I will be soldnI will be, I will benSold out