Daddy's Girl

The people comment like you wouldnt believe,
"Like father like daughter, can't you see?"
I wonder if they really know,
What goes on behind the scenes.

He'd sing to me a lullaby that night at time to sleep,
Yet the nest day, pleasant is history,
After all, he is the epidemy of unhappy.

Daddy's little girl would always be held and kept away from danger,
Daddy's little girl would be sitting on his knee listening to tales of wonder,
Daddy's little girl is perfect in his eyes, nothing wrong with his prize.

I'd cry alone into my pillow,
The one he'd bought me long ago.
Write to my diary,
Just cause no one else could care.

Daddy's little girl would always be held and kept away from danger,
Daddy's little girl would be sitting on his knee listening to tales of wonder,
Daddy's little girl is perfect in his eyes, nothing wrong with his prize.

I guess I'm not Daddy's little girl,
'Cause I was never held and had to face the danger my self.
I had to sit on the bench hearing whispers and laughs from afar.
Always, I was imperfect, and something was wrong with me.

I was never really Daddy's girl...
So I was Momma's girl instead.