| I ain’t complainin'
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| But I’m tired, so I’m just sayin'
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| What I think
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| And if we’re being honest
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| Than honestly I think I need a drink
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| My baby’s growin' up She think’s she’s fallin' all in love
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| And that I hate her
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| At seventeen, she’s just like me when I was seventeen
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| So I don’t blame her
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| Do do do do Do do do do What are we gonna do?
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| Do do do do Do do do do What are we gonna do about it?
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| Remember when we use to be Everything they ever need
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| We had them believing we were cool
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| It’s like it happened over night
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| We’re always wrong, they’re always right
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| We use to be the one’s breakin' the rules
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| Now we’re just mothers, we’re just fathers of Teenage Daughters
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| She rolls her eyes when I’m funny
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| But she’s sweet when she wants money and her freedom
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| Oh my god, she’s got a car
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| Swears they wont go far
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| And I wish I believed 'em
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| Their beautiful, wild and free
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| Everything we wish we could be But they’re still crazy
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| Oh you know, they make us crazy
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| Yeah Teenage Daughters
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| I ain’t complainin'
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| But I’m just tired, so I’m sayin'
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| What I think
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| If we’re being honest
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| Than honestly, I think I need a drink |