I call him daddy 'cause he disappoints me like my father
He's the carbon copy
Pop the chilly on my tongue, - for the starter
Sippin' in the lobby
A lady's man, I like his style, a bow tie on his suit, a poppy
Pretty boy in my requiem, - in my hand with a dash of coffee
Drivin' down with the lights off, stars in the ceilin'
Know my mind, he's a mile off, then he starts to lean in
Mummy doesn't like me hangin' out with boys who are just like daddy
And daddy doesn't like my attitude 'cause he says it's just like mummy's
But I like the attention, a little bit of flirt never hurt nobody
With my daddy issues and mummy's attitude, tell my therapist that I'm sorry
Oh, la-di-da-da
Mr. Regal, pack of 20 -
Lungs are lethal, belly of the beast, a feast for the evil
Sinner in your shirt, attire illegal, take off that shirt, oh, we could
Stay for the night, we'll make the sequel
Slutty in the satin sheets, then I'II leave you
Bit of naked poetry for the people
Mummy doesn't like me hangin' out with boys who are just like daddy
And daddy doesn't like my attitude 'cause he says it's just like mummy's
But I like the attention, a little bit of flirt never hurt nobody
With my daddy issues and mummy's attitude, tell my therapist that I'm sorry
Dinner for two, we fine dine with the sushi
Hard to please, know that I'm picky, choosy
Upper echelons, but I'm far from snooty
Said he needs a posh girl to leave him loopy
You made him go "La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, la, da, da-da-da"
Swimmin' with a sinner, bubbled up jacuzzi
Sippin' on the - when I told him that my
Mummy doesn't like me hangin' out with boys who are just like daddy
And daddy doesn't like my attitude 'cause he says it's just like mummy's
But I like the attention, a little bit of flirt never hurt nobody
With my daddy issues and mummy's attitude, tell my therapist that I'm sorry
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
La-di-da-da
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