Daddy never missed a tea party.
Daddy always had the pinkest flower.
You wanted to marry a man just like your Daddy.
You are Daddy's little girl.

Daddy tried to protect his little girl,
and guide her down the right path.
Telling her right from wrong.
You are Daddy's little girl.

Daddy watched his princess grow,
slowly pushing him away.
"How would you you know, you don't understand."
You are Daddy's little girl.

Daddy watched his flower wilt,
smoking, partying, drinking.
Then the older men.
You are Daddy's little girl.

Daddy cringed when his baby came home high.
You then went to the street corner,
selling your body for more drugs.
You are Daddy's little girl.

Daddy died one year,
old and tired and gray.
You were in a stranger's bed, wasted.
You are Daddy's little girl.

Daddy still looks after his little girl.
His money pays for rehab, hospital bills,
and your crack baby's life.
You are Daddy's little girl.

Daddy always loved his little girl.
Daddy took care of his little girl.
Daddy forgave his little girl.
You are Daddy's little girl.