Daddy's Little Girl

Album: Speech Therapy (2009)
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  • Daddy I think I love you cause I hate you so much that I must love you
    I put mommy above you
    cause she played her position and loved me
    unconditionally like you never have
    I wasn’t that bad I wasn’t no Damien child the
    only way I could have been is cause you birth me
    Hurt me scarred me so deeply I have trouble
    committing to any man cause I think he’s
    gonna leave me Like you left me and mommy
    every birthday to see you would make me so happy
    One day in the year and you couldn’t come check
    me to busy to come check me
    The way you affect me I’m constantly fighting to not affect me
    I thought it was cool it didn’t bother me I only realise like last week
    I was talking to Shorts about slush puppies he
    mentioned my father and were was he
    Subconsciously my head tilted like a lover that’s been jilted
    I speak painfully whenever I think of you my
    eyes start to squint whenever I vision you
    Like the visions I see are visions of evil
    But still I could be wrong in my visions of what your like
    But I can’t really remember what you look like

    I am daddy's little girl
    That makes me tough
    He never held my hand
    I am daddy's little girl
    That makes me tough
    I hope you can understand

    Have you never considered your old age
    flipping through the papers for the racing page
    Looking at pennies to put a bet up in the bookies
    Looking at women but too old for the nookie
    Can’t get a cookie out of any cookie jar
    your spars them pass on long time star
    Wish you could spar with the spar them
    ca white rum by yourself it just cant get you charged
    Looked upon by youths who pass you and
    barge like old man move these premonitions I give to you
    Without any charge that’s free old boy like a hug from you old boy
    Like a kiss any the cheek saying
    how was school old boy or happy birthday me old boy
    But still you’re an old boy grey hair fill your head like an old man
    When your hands them a shake who’s gonna hold your hand
    I guess it will be one of my eight siblings yea
    eight six different mothers straight
    I didn’t grow with them I hardly know them my
    flesh and my blood to me that’s heart breaking
    I wanna link them I hope they patience and ovastanding
    To know when I’m standing face to face with them I feel abandoned
    I see my father in the eyes and I just can’t stand him Publisher: Third Side Music Inc.
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