The son I never had

A little girl with eyes of blue
You were your mother’s prayer
You are your mother’s daughter
With ringlets in your hair

But…

Turn the competition up
Turn the volume up to ten
You’re a little tomboy
Your dads daughter then…

You can pick a squirrel from a tree
When you wrestle you won’t yield
When you go and play at football
You’re the best boy on the field
You can tear apart an engine
You act just like your dad
I’ve got to say my daughter
Is the son I never had

You dress up for your mother
Wear  a dress to go to school
You have manners like no other
And you know the golden rule

But, when the day is over
The dress is off and jeans on quick
Then you grab your rod and tackle box
And take off fishing at the crick

You can pick a squirrel from a tree
When you wrestle you won’t yield
When you go and play at football
You’re the best boy on the field
You can tear apart an engine
You act just like your dad
I’ve got to say my daughter
Is the son I never had

You are your mothers princess
You are your daddy’s son
But you are our loving daughter
When it counts, and day is done

You make both of us happy
You make both of us proud
You blush when I yell loudly
That’s my daughter….really loud

You can pick a squirrel from a tree
When you wrestle you won’t yield
When you go and play at football
You’re the best boy on the field
You can tear apart an engine
You act just like your dad
I’ve got to say my daughter
Is the son I never had

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