That’s my girl
Why does that bug me?
I like being his girl
Dad’s girl
Grandpa’s girl
I like him whispering,
“That’s my girl”
Into my ear
Hearing the emotion,
The sincerity
That’s my girl
The problem is,
I’m not your girl
I’m my girl
I’m free, independent,
Strong
I’m myself
My own person
That’s my girl
Why does that bug me?
I like being his girl
Dad’s girl
Grandpa’s girl
I like him whispering,
“That’s my girl”
Into my ear
Hearing the emotion,
The sincerity
That’s my girl
The problem is,
I’m not your girl
I’m my girl
I’m free, independent,
Strong
I’m myself
My own person
That’s my girl
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