Testo Dear Child

Years ago a daddy's girl left her father for another man
In his arms just miles away they lay in bed for days
And she said “Hold me, love me, don't do this to me—Think of your own dear child”
She returned a different girl as prodigal as any son
And she said “Hold me, love me, don't do this to me—Think of your own dear child”
Her father stood, his knife so sharp, and drew her in a warm embrace
And she said “Hold me, love me, don't do this to me—Think of your own dear child”