Hey mister
Don't you see the little girl
who follows to close behind?
Her hair in pigtails
and she's in a pink dress
her eyes full of wonder
and need

Don't you feel her cling
to you, as you step away?
Your pant-leg stretched
as its clutched in her
tiny hand

Don't you hear her whimper
and hope you'll notice?
Her tears as they fall
down her fresh-born cheek

Don't you know your daughters?
Though grown she may have come
she is still a little girl
in so many ways of heart
she still stays in her daddy's
shadow, finding comfort in
the blocked sun

So don't you love this girl?
So needing and hopeless though
cause you know she'll
always love you
as it fills her tiny soul