i used to be daddy's little girl...
why?! why did that have to happen? why did i have to be listening to that radio station? i was having such a great night. as i turned onto overlook this guy came on to dedicate a song... to his daughter. she got married today. when they asked what song he wanted played, i knew what he was going to say before he said it. butterfly kisses. it started playing right as i normally would've been turning the car off. instead, i turned the lights off, and turned the engine off... but left the radio on... and i sat there, curled up in my seat and i sobbed. do you know how long it's been since i've done that? a very long, long, long time. and i didn't enjoy it. it didn't make me feel any better.
There's two things I know for sure.
She was sent here from heaven, and she’s daddy’s little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
She talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.
And I thank God for all the joy in my life, But most of all...
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.
"Walk beside the pony daddy, it’s my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried."
Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right.
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.
Sweet sixteen today.
She’s looking like her momma a little more every day.
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.
Trying her wings in a great big world. But I remember...
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you daddy, but if you don’t mind,
I’m only going to kiss you on cheek this time."
With all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right.
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.
All the precise time.
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly, spread your wings and fly.
She’ll change her name today.
She’ll make a promise, and I’ll give her away.
Standing in the bride room just staring at her.
She asked me what I’m thinking, and I said, "I’m not sure,
I just feel like I’m losing my baby girl."
Then she leaned over... and gave me...
Butterfly kisses, with her mama there.
Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.
"Walk me down the aisle daddy, it’s just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?" "Daddy don’t cry."
With all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right.
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses.
I couldn’t ask God for more, man, this is what love is.
I know I’ve gotta let her go, but I’ll always remember.
Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses...
I was expecting to hear that song a few times... NEXT SUNDAY. not tonight. i didn't want to hear it tonight. so why didn't i turn my car off? why didn't i change the station when i heard this guy on the radio all choked about about his daughter's wedding? why is this all of a sudden bothering me? i feel like i'm starting to have trouble trusting people again. i didn't trust anybody for years... and then i got so much better... but now, i'm so paranoid that everything good in my life will turn out to be a lie. part of me knows that won't happen, but i can't convince the rest of me to believe it.
why don't i know what to do?
why can't anyone give me the answers?
why do i feel so alone... when i'm not?