| Home show, mom won’t know
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| Run out the back door, he’s passed out on the floor
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| Third time, been caught twice
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| Forgive our neighbor Bob, I think he humped the dog
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| But good things come to those who wait cause she laid me
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| And mom and dad possess the key, instant slavery
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| No need explain the plan, no need to even bother
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| I’ll pack my bags, I swear I’ll run, wish my friends were 21
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| White lies, bloodshot eyes
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| Breath of alcohol, stole it from the mall
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| How’s Chris marked with lipstick?
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| Better call their fathers, sleeping with your daughters
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| But good things come to those who wait cause she laid me
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| And mom and dad possess the key, instant slavery
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| No need explain the plan, no need to even bother
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| I’ll pack my bags, I swear I’ll run, wish my friends were 21
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| You don’t belong, you left the kids to carry on
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| You planned their fall, too bad you’re wrong
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| Don’t need a mom-dad slave drive song
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| I time bomb, I time bomb, I time bomb, I time bomb, I time bomb
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| Turn low the radio
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| I think I hear my dad yelling at the band
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| But good things come to those who wait cause she laid me
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| And mom and dad possess the key, instant slavery
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| No need explain the plan, no need to even bother
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| I’ll pack my bags, I swear I’ll run, wish my friends were 21
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| You don’t belong, you left the kids to carry on
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| You planned their fall, too bad you’re wrong
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| Don’t need a mom-dad slave drive song
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| I time bomb, I time bomb, I time bomb, I time bomb
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| I time bomb, I time bomb, I time bomb, I time bomb, I time bomb |