(Child playful laughter)



The bruises on my skin

Are all from falling off the swing

My daddy likes to buy me ice cream

For my blackened eyes



Daddy loves me with his fist (x2)



I never want to go to school

Because they laugh at me

They point thier fingers

At my birth marks all over me



Daddy loves me with his fist (x2)



Mommy won't you stop your crying

Daddy always say's he sorry

Mommy tell me why your crying

Daddy say's that he's not leaving

Mommy cries when Daddy's drinking