'Daddy I love you' this was my first phrase.
I really did like him and always looked at him...

Passing hours and passing years,
The Lady dropped her tears...

His eyes shone like the brightest stars,
But each time he looked at me I got the big scars...

All the girls like to think of love,
So we smile and pretend to be a dove...

I begin this story with the word girl
Who's hair was curly and bended in a swirl...