Daddy's Little Girl

I didn't want a son

I got one anyway

Little boys have nasty

Things between their legs

I'd rather have a girl

A dolly I can dress

My pretty little princess

A transgender success

Daddy's little girl

Daddy's little girl

Dressing him in drag

He's confused and kind of sad

Daddy's little girl

Daddy's little girl

Teaching him to be

A little she and not a he

I put the lipstick on his face

And make him wear a dress

He cries and carries on so much

Mascara makes a mess

We have a fashion show

He models mommy's clothes

Teetering in heels

He learns to strut and pose

I make him tuck his stuff

Back between his crack

He stumbles when he walks

Until he gets the knack

Daddy's little girl

Daddy's little girl

Slipping hormones in his food

He blossoms into womanhood

Daddy's little girl

Daddy's little girl

His breasts begin to swell

Is he Michael or Michelle?

Teased by kids at school

Because I send him there

With painted fingernails

And lacy underwear

They lift his frilly skirt

And pull his ponytail

Then snap his training bra

And call him "faggot"

He thinks I'm saving money

For his college education

I plan to use the money for

His sex change operation