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Daddy Would Be So Proud of His Daughter
Daddy's Little Daughter Grows UP Mama some boy at school called me a dumb blond And I hit him He said blonds are only good for one thing Can you believe that mama I was furious, so furious mama My father would have been so proud, so very proud Of me if he were still alive Mama, I hit him again This time really, really good I may have broken his nose Or I least I hoped so Mama get this, He looked at me with those big brown eyes Tears pooling Mama I hit him again He tried to say sorry He was like a newborn puppy at my feet Looking up at me with those floppy ears of his With his tounge and tail wagging ... mama And his voice stuck way down in his throat So painful So pathetic So powerful I am, I stood my ground to that bully, mama Yes I did Yes I did Mama I hit him again He said he was sorry, and this time I think he meant it But I didn't care He was crying uncontrollable Unconditionally I laughed I blew him a kiss I said if ever did that again, he would be very sorry He tried to get up mama Mama he tried to get up And I raised my arms, as to hit him again But I didn't Our eyes met mama I think he likes me I could see the bruises on his face But I was melting fast by his heat Even in his worst disposition He was magic, magnetic He pulled my heartstrings I like him mama I really do He's different He's cute and funny I know I'm only eleven And boys my age only want one thing But mama look at me, put those potatoes down Mama look at me, put those potatoes down I said This is important, mama He asked me to go out to the school dance this Friday Mama, I said yes, Mama I said yes My heart pounding I'm happy I'm going to the bunny hop with him Yes I am mama I know I'm only eleven And boys my age only want one thing But mama...listen Mama he will be a gentlemen to me You'll see You can bet on that mama You can bet on that Yes you can For this girl is nobody's mule Dad would have been proud connie pachecho December 27, 2016
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