Saturday, 18 June 2011

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