Stacey's Doing WAY Too Much - Paranoid Castle, Kirby Dominant, Factor Chandelier

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