TKO: Father in Distress

Dear Justin Timberlake,

  No, I am not on of your screeching fangirls. I am, though, a father of one.
  And let me just say: I do not like you, Justin.
  There were once days in which my little girl would run to into my arms and want to spend the rest of eternity resting my possession. Now, the only reason she comes to me is to plead me to be the chauffeur for her and her friends on their voyages to watch your live performances. Photos of me and her at the beach taped up on her walls in a disarray have been replaced with large posters of your smug face. She even prefers to listen to strictly your music on car rides, opposed to our routine car sing-alongs.
  Justin Timberlake: I hate you, and if we ever meet face-to-face, I plan on wrapping my fingers around your neck and proceed to strangle the life out of your body cavity.
  But at the same time, I can't help but to give you thanks for everything you've indirectly done for our relationship. Although they are nothing like our classic tunes, your lyrics do tend to catch on, and make for a little bit of pretty-decent automobile entertainment. And the long drives out to your concerts do bring for some exciting times, and allow me to bond with her (and her seven other fangirl friends, of course).
  Most importantly, you are basically my detour to her heart. I always know that buying her your latest released single will leave her smiling and thanking me for days. And when she's down about some boy drama, or a fight amongst her friends, I know to take the computer into her room playing "That Girl". She will try not to smile, but after engaging in a little karaoke session, and hitting all of your high-notes (or not quite), she'll finally break down and we'll finish singing the song together, with her in my arms....just like we used to when she was a little girl.
  So with that, I'll give you my thanks. With your help, I can keep my daughter close to me, even if she's no longer my "little girl". Of course, I will never approve of you stealing my daughter's heart. I'll be damned if any other dark-haired handsome man other than myself sweeps her off her feet. But in the meantime, as she is growing up, I don't think I'll have too much of a problem keeping you around for a little while.