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,
because 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 then, too.
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