| I took a cue, a cue from you,
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| all my sins are now weapons too
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| I smelled the stench of your room,
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| I think it’s safe to assume,
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| your rose has permanently lost its bloom
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| And I bought a Mountain Dew,
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| but I don’t drink Mountain Dew,
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| I just needed a bottle to throw at you.
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| And I am repulsed by my daughter’s lover
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| If I can give you some advice,
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| throw out your sugar and your spice,
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| and next time maybe you’ll think twice
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| Maybe I should walk you through it,
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| even birds and bees do it,
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| without destroying the family unit
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| It’s enough to make me hurl,
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| I brought you into this world,
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| and I can push you out too, girl
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| Oh-ho, I am repulsed by my daughter’s lover
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| He’s a sore for sighted eyes
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| Yeah, he just ain’t my kinda guy
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| And as usual your mother prefers to remain silent
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| And your brother boozes the day away
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| Day away
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| This story’s getting sad,
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| because being someone’s dad
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| should never hurt quite this bad
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| Now please feel free,
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| take this paternal tip from me;
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| get thine ass to a nunnery
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| Return the clay to the parlour
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| Blood is thinner than water
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| I no longer consider her my daughter
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| And I am repulsed by my own reflection
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| I think it’s safe to say I
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| Overreacted upon reflection
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| Yeah, I’m just that kinda guy
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| Oh, I
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| Oh, I
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| Oh, I
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| Oh, I |