Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m just a little bundle on your knee.

All wrapped up in a blanket of pink;

A little girl to hold, did you ever think?

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m just a little bundle on your knee.

 

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

A little girl on your lap at the age of three.

Full blown toddler: proud and bold;

Daddy’s little girl, so I’m told.

Daddy, don’t you see?

I’m still that little bundle on your knee.

 

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m the big girl you raised me to be.

Tough and strong; I can put up a fight;

Hold me close, whispering: “You’ve dignity and might!”

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m still that little bundle on your knee.

 

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

Something’s happening to the outside of me.

Things are shifting, budding, moving, and shaping;

Your little girl, now thirteen, this force is taking.

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m still that little bundle on your knee.

 

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

My body has gone and estranged me.

At sixteen I’m disoriented and insecure inside;

But to me your comforting arms no longer open wide.

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m still that little bundle on your knee.

 

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I stand before you, a woman of twenty-three.

My fully formed figure is desirable, so I’m told;

Arms of other men, not yours, reach out to hold.

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m still that little bundle on your knee.

 

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

In the void of good words, I’ve let bad ones define me.

Men tell me what I should do and what I’m good for;

I’ve believed them, daddy; I’ve become the whore.

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m still that little bundle on your knee.

 

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

My life and my choices have tried to destroy me.

In the midst of my mess, a good man came around;

He loves me; confessed it with his knee to the ground.

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m still that little bundle on your knee.

 

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

It’s my wedding day, come and dance with me.

Take my hand in yours, grip me firm about the wais’;

Like years ago, spin me and twirl me all over the place.

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m still that little bundle on your knee.

 

Daddy, daddy, don’t you see?

I’m a married woman and a mother of three.

But deep inside I’m still that baby girl, wrapped up in pink;

Still that baby girl of yours, did you ever think?

Daddy, daddy don’t you see?

I’m still that little bundle on your knee.