Daddy’s Little Girl

Oh how I remember being daddy’s little girl
All of those late nights dancing in the kitchen and you watching me twirl
Oh how I remember being daddy’s favorite daughter
But now it seams you left me with my head barely above water
Oh how I remember being daddy’s beautiful princess
But as i turned around you were gone in an instance
Oh I remember staying up all night for that call back
But there I sat for hours staring at the phone in the pitch black
Oh how I remember that car ride and you asked why I no longer loved you
And the truth is, it’s because you disappeared into the blue.
But that’s not what I told you of course
I sat there silent until you asked if it was because of the divorce
I subtly nodded and after that the car ride was silent
And I was afraid things were about to get violent
But instead you dropped me off with the family
And there I sat waiting for months anxiously
I asked my brother and he said you changed your number
And that night I sat there in my bed with not one minute of slumber
there I waited until you would send me that text
And here I am still waiting, but I’ve moved onto the next
But even if I find another man to watch me twirl,
I will forever be daddy’s little girl

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