Daddys little princess is growing up.
The pretty pink dresses are outgrown.
The shinny Sunday shoes disappear.
The naïve little girl is missing.

Daddys little princess gets into school.
There are boys, parties, and pressure.
Pink little dresses and
Pretty Sunday shoes
Now fade away forever.
For now there are worries,
There are things to be afraid of.

Daddys little princess
Wants to make Daddy proud
She gets good grades,
Has many friends,
Even gets a boyfriend.
Daddys little princess is now
Daddys perfect little princess.

Daddys little princess turns sweet.
He hands her a ring,
A ring of keys.
Getting into her car she goes
Into the night.

Daddys little princess feels invincible.
She presses the pedal harder.
Flying as fast as the wind,
Not watching where she is going,
Taking crazy chances.

Daddys little princess lies in the road,
Covered in blood,
Wanting to scream.
Shes dreaming of her past
Of pink little dresses
And pretty Sunday shoes.
Her eyes now close.
Daddys little princess
Is forever a memory.