Daddy's Little Girl
Do you remember back when I was daddy’s little girl?
When you held me up high I thought I was on top of the world.
My first laugh was when you let me look in the mirror at my face,
Anywhere you took me felt like a special place.
Do you remember those striped bathrobes, just ‘cause I wanted us to match?
And then we’d go outside for hours just to play catch.
I was daddy’s little girl, I did whatever you would do,
I’d always say “I love you” and you would say “I love you too.”
So many years later it seems that nothing is the same,
The only things we have in common are our hair and our last name.
We never say “I love you” and we rarely ever hug,
No matter what we ask each other, we always seem to just be bugged.
Every conversation that we have ends when we start to yell,
I don’t know when this began to change, it’s kind of hard to tell.
I was daddy’s little girl, I could never imagine the day,
That I’d grow up with my own ideas, and be on my own way.
I know that you still love me and you wish the best for me,
But you don’t understand that you just need to let me be.
I can make my own decisions, and I know what needs to be done,
But while I do this I have to be happy and you have to let me have fun.
You know I’ll always love you although it may not always show,
Just be proud and support me as I continue my life and grow.
I’m your first born baby girl, and I swear I’ll make you proud,
For now just let me be a teenager, always moving, always loud.
~BMA~
When you held me up high I thought I was on top of the world.
My first laugh was when you let me look in the mirror at my face,
Anywhere you took me felt like a special place.
Do you remember those striped bathrobes, just ‘cause I wanted us to match?
And then we’d go outside for hours just to play catch.
I was daddy’s little girl, I did whatever you would do,
I’d always say “I love you” and you would say “I love you too.”
So many years later it seems that nothing is the same,
The only things we have in common are our hair and our last name.
We never say “I love you” and we rarely ever hug,
No matter what we ask each other, we always seem to just be bugged.
Every conversation that we have ends when we start to yell,
I don’t know when this began to change, it’s kind of hard to tell.
I was daddy’s little girl, I could never imagine the day,
That I’d grow up with my own ideas, and be on my own way.
I know that you still love me and you wish the best for me,
But you don’t understand that you just need to let me be.
I can make my own decisions, and I know what needs to be done,
But while I do this I have to be happy and you have to let me have fun.
You know I’ll always love you although it may not always show,
Just be proud and support me as I continue my life and grow.
I’m your first born baby girl, and I swear I’ll make you proud,
For now just let me be a teenager, always moving, always loud.
~BMA~