Daughters Lost
My daugthers Kate and Niamh (Neve) are great
They're different if you please
Ones a driven climber
the other takes life at ease
Kate the elder can shake and melder
Till you give in at last
she cannot wait to grow up mate
And party at your flat
The cooler Niamh street wise at ease
Has money and saves a lot
Don't buy that dress I'll keep this mess
and wash the dirty blot
The party girl a temper whirl
poor daddy is a wretch
He'll pay one day I'll get my way
I think it's evident
Niamh the one who'll save the day
her money stacked away
When Katy's spent she'll nag and vent
For Niamh to pay her way
Dear Girls I say come back one day
To me I'm good to say
I'll balance you out without a doubt
My love goes all the way.
Copyright © Ian Foley | Year Posted 2011
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