I love my parents equally the same,
My Dad was the one who chose my name.
He didn’t know then he’d only have daughters,
Girls with parallel traits of their father.
I’m a daddy’s girl.
I tried harder to garner Dad’s attention,
It wasn’t enough for honourable mention.
Never did he favour one over the other,
I’m told I’m a lot more like my mother.
But I’m a daddy’s girl.
Working my magic with sarcastic dry wit,
I’d do my best to emulate him in skit.
Knowing my audience would never applaud,
I seek only his infamous, quiet head nod.
‘Cause I’m a daddy’s girl.
As I grew older and started to date,
The bar was set high when choosing a mate.
Characteristics like Dad’s were top on my list,
Okay, that’s sounds creepy but you get the gist.
I’m just a daddy’s girl.
When my sister and I had kids of our own,
He displayed more affection than he’s ever shown.
The best Grandpa one could ever ask for,
I’ve moved down to 4th for those keeping score.
I’m still a daddy’s girl.
Family life is full of highs and lows,
It’s not always easy but that’s how it goes.
I don’t have regrets when it comes to my Dad,
I’m grateful for all the time that we had.
I’m forever a daddy’s girl.
It’s been one year, plus a day,
Since my Father passed away.
I still find it hard to let go of,
The absence of his unconditional love.
I was a daddy’s girl.