She's shipwrecked, a horrid mess.
You see the makeup stains on her dress.
Her veil is no longer concealing,
her tale no longer jovial,
she bites her nail, her nervousness revealed.
'Cause no one wants dirt on their slacks.
No one sees what she has, just what she lacks.
Tickling my ears,
Daddy, your voice is all I hear.
Oh,
These floorboards aren't sound.
But it don't matter,
I'm just glad to hear you 'round.
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