When I was young, I would say,
"Dad, why do you act so fey?"
He'd slap my face and then,
Sashay...away
We'd go the the gas station,
He'd say, "Fill 'er up!"
While fondling his "D" cups,
Made me just wanna throw up
Don't want to be like him...
No matter how hard I try,
No matter how many tears I cry,
No matter how many years go by,
I still have to ask myself, "Why?"
I'd play sports,
Mom and Dad came to the games,
They would both be dressed the same,
Nearly drove me insane
Brought my date home,
From the prom,
There was Dad with pasties on!
Please tell me what the hell went wrong?
Don't want to be like him...
Wind blows through the trees,
Streetlights, they still shine bright,
Most Dads are the same,
But I knew mine wasn't quite right
Walked by a Salvation Army store,
Saw a dress that my Daddy wore,
I tried it on...
Fixed the hem...
My God! I'm just like him!!
No matter how hard I try,
No matter how many years go by,
No matter how many tears I cry,
Nylons chafe my thighs!
Copyright; EGHarne
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