Everyday I fear for stepping to close to you acting like this
Know that I got problems putting my chips down
Kinda feels like you don't give a damn about what we think lately
Leaving empty cardboard boxes all across the floor
But don't you ever blame us
For the way that you're told to behave
It only takes makeup
To hide from the face of the day
Yeah you want it
You can have it if you ask him to
Little girl made
Out of habit of daddy's goods
But don't you ever blame us
For the way that he lies to your face
It only takes patience
To remember your smile and your ways