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(Joan Jett/Kenny Laguna) |
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Daddy's got his beer and he's glued to the television |
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An' Mamma's in the kitchen |
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With the dishes and the pots and pans |
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An' I be in my bedroom |
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Contemplatin' all the living |
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I'm missin' |
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Just waiting for the day |
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I won't have to follow someone else's plans |
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I'm frustrated, my hands are tied |
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I'm frustrated, my brains are fried |
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I'm frustrated, no place to hide |
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Cause they see what they wanna see |
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An' no one ever knows that |
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I'm lonely |
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I've got rockets in my sockets |
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But I got no place to go |
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An' in my dreams |
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I find my one and only |
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Then I wake up in the morning |
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And reality really blows |
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I said, I'm frustrated, my hands are tied |
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I'm frustrated, my brains are fried |
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I'm frustrated, no place to hide |
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Don't do this, don't do that |
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Don't go out, come right back |
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Say no more, such a bore |
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You can go around in circles, an never find the perfect lover |
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Steal a glance but never take a chance |
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So ya stay at square one |
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Ya make a big mistake |
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When ya try to tell a book by its cover |
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Yea know I got a lot but |
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I'd sure like to have a little fun |
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Fun, that's right |
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I said, I'm frustrated, my hands are tied |
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I'm frustrated, my brains are fried |
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I'm frustrated, no place to hide |