| «Baby,» he says, «You are like the clean white page and I the pen
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| The innocence I find between your girlish thighs is like the fountain of youth
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| to my old bones.»
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| And she replies, «Daddy's little girl’s a precious child»
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| I love to please, I’ll do anything that you ask of me
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| Eager to fulfill all of Daddy’s needs."
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| «Baby,» he says, «I can never love older girls like I love you»
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| You’re easier to please and you never give me grief
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| 'Cause you accept everything I say and do."
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| And she replies, «I'm in no position to make demands»
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| I have no past, no one else has done to me what you do
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| I’ve got no one else to compare you to."
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| «And as you grow older, try to act sixteen all your life
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| Old women grow bitter, don’t let that happen to you.»
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| «And why is it charming pretending I’m younger than my years?»
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| Why can’t I grow up with dignity, set me free!"
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| «Baby,» he says, «Now that you’re older I feel our love has died»
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| Once upon a time you never criticised me
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| Oh, I much preferred you as a child."
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| And I reply, «Everything you said to me was a lie»
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| I know your kind, you just want a daughter without a wife
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| «You don’t need a girlfriend you need a life.» |