Hush...

poor thing.

Papa's Little Princess

Poppa's Princess. 

Daddy's little girl. 

Anyway you say it I'm still his world. 

I'm still the queen of all his dreams. 

To me he sings 

songs only I can hear. 

To him I'm all he holds dear. 

To him I'm all his.

He calls me his little Princess. 

He tells me all his dreams. 

He gives me everything. 

And more. 

We walk up and down beautiful shores. 

Poppa's Princess. 

Daddy's little girl. 

And I couldn't ask for more.

Daddy Likes???

Monday Mmm-ing

Take Me

Wanna?

Out of The Mouths of Babes

yup.