Fishnets cover my arms
Black polish on my nails
When my daddy sees me
He begins to raise hell
My hot pink shirt is much too tight
Too low cut for his taste
My black mini skirt is much too short
As it clings to my waist
My make up is much to dark for me
And the piercings, oh my lord
"Young lady, you march up those stairs
You're not walking out that door."
He just doesn't understand
He's got no sense of style
This is my own look
And I could be a lot more wild
But no, I am a good kid
Good grades and all the right friends
I don't party too hard, or smoke or drink
So what's the problem then?
My, look is just a look
It's not at all who I am
Just because my skirt is short
Doesn't meant I sleep around
The black doesn't mean that I'm depressed
And the fishnets don't mean a thing
With all these stereotypes
I swear I'm going insane
Daddy look at who I am inside
And know I'm still your Little girl
I've just grown up a bit Daddy
It's time I face the world.
