"Daddy Issues" lyrics

I call him daddy cuz he disappoints me like my Father
He's the carbon copy
Pop the chilly on my tongue picante for the starter
Sippin' in the lobby

A lady's man I like his style n bow tie on his suit a poppy
Pretty boy in my requiem martini in my hand with a dash of coffee

Driving down with the lights off
Stars in the ceiling
Know my mind he's a mile off
Then he starts to lean in

Mummy doesn't like me hanging out with boys who are just like daddy
And daddy doesn't like my attitude cuz 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

Mr Regal, pack of twenty Marlboros
Lungs are lethal belly of the beast, a feast for the evil
Sinner in your shirt, attire illegal
Take of that shirt
Oh, we could

Stay for the night, we'll make the sequel
Slutty in the satin sheets then I'll leave you
Bit of naked poetry for the people

Mummy doesn't like me hanging out with boys who are just like daddy
And daddy doesn't like my attitude cuz 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, ra, da-da-da, la, da, da-da-da
Swimming with a sinner bubbled up jacuzzi
Sipping on the chardonnay when I told him that my

Mummy doesn't like me hanging out with boys who are just like daddy
And daddy doesn't like my attitude cuz 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

Woah-oh
Woah-oh
La, di, da, da