Hey, her dad, is 6 foot 3
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He never really cared for me
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I went to pick her up
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And he was cleaning out his gun
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He asked her where, we were going
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"First the party, and maybe bowling"
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Have her home by midnight boy
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He's so controlling
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I really really like this girl and I
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I want her so bad
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But I don't really think that I can deal with
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Psycho Dad
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And I can picture
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Driving home, after school
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Sneaking up, up into her room
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And making out, on her bed
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We talked about it on the phone
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Can't find a way to be alone
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He's always there, and always mad
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He freaks me out, Psycho Dad
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Backseat, of my car
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Laying underneath the stars
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She ran her fingers through my hair
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Love was in the air
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And as I charmed her in my pinto
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I heard a knock, on my window
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There he was in boxer shorts
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Pissed from head to toe
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I didn't even get my hands
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In the cookie jar
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I didn't even know he had a GPS
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On my car
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Driving home, after school
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Sneaking up, up into her room
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And making out, on her bed
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We talked about it on the phone
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Can't find a way to be alone
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He's always there, and always mad
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He freaks me out, Psycho Dad
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I had a dream, we were in the shower
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And my hand was on her, arm
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Worst dream I ever had
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In walks the Psycho Dad
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Oh no!
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I hope!
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I don't!
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Drop the soap
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Driving home, after school
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Sneaking up, into her room
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And making out, on her bed
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She's been teasing me, I'll admit
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About all the things I'll never get
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He's always there, and always mad
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We talk about it, on the phone
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Can't find a way to, be alone
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He freaks me out, freaks me out
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Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad
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Psych. Psycho Dad
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Psycho Dad
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Frickin' A |