Stacey's Doing WAY Too Much

Stacey’s Boyfriend: Hey Stacey, where are you going?
Stacey: What? Paranoid Castle’s in town!
You have a boyfriend, but it means nothing
When you go clubbing, you don’t let him come with
You’re on the dance floor searching for something
Too much to handle when you begin to dry hump me
Ooh, your body banging in a one piece
Wow, you kill 'em, somebody call the police
You got the moves baby, just like an ocean, mama
You got that look lady, everybody knows it, uh-huh
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
(It's way too much)
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
(It's way too much)
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
(It's way too much)
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
It’s way too much
While your man’s at home feeling so sad
You at the party sitting on someone’s lap
With two boys you slow dance
Be my girl, there’s no chance
I could never
Tolerate a girl like you, no
You got the moves baby, just like an ocean, mama
You got that look lady, everybody knows it, uh-huh
You got the moves baby, just like an ocean, mama
You got that look lady, everybody knows it, uh-huh
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
(It's way too much)
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
(It's way too much)
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
(It's way too much)
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
It’s way too much
Stacey’s Boyfriend: Um, 'scuse me? I’m looking for Stacey, my girlfriend.
You seen her?
Paranoid Castle: Hah, no, I don’t think so, Playboy
SB: Well, she said she was coming here for Paranoid Castle. You seen them?
PC: Yeah, I ain’t gon' lie to you man, that is us
SB: Aw, it’s you guys?
PC: Yup
SB: Can you tell Stace to come out here?
PC: Uh… heh heh…
SB: We were supposed to have movie night. I don’t know why she comes here…
can you tell me? What’s so good about you guys?
PC: Um, well…
See the guitars? We the rockstars
At the top bars and the lights on
Like a cop car’s, I’ma pop hard
At the next bra, 'cause I live large
Money in charge, yeah, I swipe cards
Fillin' tip jars when the rhyme stars
Microphone scars, you retreat far
When the beat barks, you a retard
With a weak heart up in Walmart
With a push cart while I push art
Through a iPod to a new mark
On the pop charts, Paranoid Squad
You got the moves baby, just like an ocean, mama
You got that look lady, everybody knows it, uh-huh
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
(It's way too much)
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
(It's way too much)
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
(It's way too much)
I want a girl like that
I want a girl like that
It’s way too much