a little ditty I've been working on:
She's a toy for the boys,
No longer daddy's joy.
She's a trick that you pick
When you've had too much to drink
But you know too well,
You're still my only girl.
She's a chore, he's a bore;
No more daddy's little whore.
Catch the sun, in her eyes
See them glow, watch it rise.
And you know too well,
You're still my only girl.
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