(intro)
He said fathers be good to your daughters, but what about the ones that have none
she tries to love him as memories fade, strong line walked when you know love was gone
(v1)
empty childhood of scotch and sodas, cigarettes and beds
she’s the prettiest one, if only inside her pretty head
empty mornings alone or with a friend
who’s names she forgets when the tide starts to bend
its hard when she doesn’t have enough love to start
she was cast aside for other ones he created
little girl running to arms that won’t lift her up
she stands alone, sinking faster the hook was baited
(ch)
I sing to her the lullaby that he should have been singing
tell her all the pretty things that she should be believing
(v2)
She fights to find the love within,
the tears drop down her face
tells herself to keep up her chin,
she feels the pain, feels the disgrace
though he’s gone he’s left his mark
burned soul, stained heart
What did she do wrong, why didn’t he love her
Did she come on too strong, she was just his first daughter
(ch)
(b)
can’t love a man the way she should cuz he didn’t love her first
So proud the first time he held her, then she didn’t know the worst
I think about her greatness, and all that she could be
if he had only loved her like I do, she makes due with the love from me
_Why_ didn’t he love her
What did she do _wrong_?
She was just his first daughter
Did she come on too strong
I sing to her the lullaby that he should have been singing
tell her all the pretty things that she should be believing
I sing to her the lullaby that he should have been singing
tell her all the pretty things that she should be believing