Dear Mom And Dad

[♫]

One, Two, Three, Four

Dear Mom and Dad
I guess you’re kinda worried about me
Well, don’t be

I’m living with some kids in a big ol’ house
And we help each other

Since being away i’ve met a lot of weirdos
Pot smokers, speed freaks
But I’ve found out how to tell the beautiful people from the phonies

Mom
Every afternoon I came home and I locked the door to my room
You thought I was doing homework
Well, I wasn’t

One, Two, Three, Four

Right now I’ve got to do what’s right for me

[♫]