I call him daddy 'cause he disappoints me like my father

He's the carbon copy

Pop the chilly on my tongue, picante 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, martini in my hand with a dash of coffee

Driving down with the lights off

Stars in the ceiling

Know my mind, he's a mile off

Then he starts to lean in

Mummy doesn’t like me hanging 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

Mr Regal, pack of twenty Marlboros

Lungs are lethal, belly of the beast, a feast for the evil

Sinner in your shirt, attire illegal

Take of that shirt

Oh, we could

Stay for the night, we'll make the sequel

Slutty in the satin sheets, then I'll leave you

Bit of naked poetry for the people

Mummy doesn't like me hanging 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, ra, da-da-da, la, da, da-da-da"

Swimming with a sinner bubbled up jacuzzi

Sipping on the chardonnay when I told him that my

Mummy doesn't like me hanging 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

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

La, di, da, da