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