Daddy’s Little Girl

She walks down the yellow brick road holding his hand

Wearing her heart on the sleeves

Her hands in her pocket

And her head up in the clouds

He is the world her big brown eyes wake up too

And she is daddy’s little girl

She may look like a mess

With a mob of curls on her head

And a pink bow lost underneath

But for him she is the only Princess he has ever seen

And she is daddy’s little girl

Standing on his shoes

Hoping to spend some time with him

She holds him tight 

And with glee she says “Daddy Lets Dance...

“Twirl me around and dont let me Fall Daddy lets Dance”

Her Finger may be tiny

 But it has him all wrapped around it

And she is daddy’s little girl