Daddy, why did you eat my fries?
I bought them, and they were mine.
But you ate them, yeah, you ate my fries.
And I cried, but you didn’t see me cry.
Daddy, do you even love me?
Well I wish you’d show it,
‘Cause I wouldn’t know it.
What kind of dad eats his daughter’s fries?
And doesn’t look her in the eyes?
Daddy there were tears there.
If you saw them would you even care?