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Daddy's Little Girl
My Daddy he's as tall as a tree and bald on top from what I see. He's the strongest man I see around, the strongest Daddy in our town. He's the toughest but the funnest too, 'cause you ought to see what Daddy can do! We ride around in his big truck through the mud and never get stuck. We ride our bikes and shoot the gun; my Daddy is the biggest fun! We camp and play, laugh and sing and Daddy can do just anything. Sometimes we have a tickle fight, then Momma runs right out of sight. 'Cause Daddy likes to grab all of us until we make a real big fuss. He acts retarded but it's all a game, or maybe it's real, who cares just the same. But Daddy is there and he'll love us forever; I want no other Daddy...never...never...never!
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