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| DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL I think about it everyday When I was Daddy's little girl How he'd tuck me in to sleep With my hair all up in curls Each morning, I'd awake To another brand new day Through my bedroom door I could hear My Daddy's soft voice say Rise and shine, sleepy head Get up and face the day You're not getting any younger Time keeps passing us away He'd tell me how these years Were so easy and carefree How I was so young then It made no sense to me Life was very simple And I was so lucky to be The special one in Daddy's heart But I was to blind to see How he tried to teach me All, I would need to know When I faced, that great big world out there Grown-up and all alone He sheltered me from cruelness All those childhood years I thought he was just unfair I was young, I had no fears Daddy was right, this I know It seems now, he always was Time is, passing us by Just like the flight of a dove This little girl, is all grown up Now everything makes sense to me And Daddy's little girl Is someone I'm proud to be Rise and shine sleepy head Get up and face the day You're not getting any younger Time keeps passing us away. Flo |
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