| He put his arm around her shoulder
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| With a voice that sounded older
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| He said, «Mom, I got something on my mind
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| I don’t wanna bother you but
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| I sure need to talk to you
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| If you can only spare the time.
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| And Mom I hope you understand
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| How much I love and need you
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| And I don’t want you to take this the wrong way
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| But don’t you think I’m old enough
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| And big enough and strong enough
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| To play the games that Daddies play?»
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| My friend Billy Parker’s dad
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| Came by today to see me And he wondered if I’d like to go With him and Billy on a hike
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| And maybe camp out overnight
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| The way I’ve seen 'em do in picture shows
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| And there’s one thing I’d like to do And maybe if I ask him to He’d sit and talk with me man to man
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| We’d only be gone overnight
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| And I could find out what it’s like
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| To play the games that Daddies play.
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| She quickly turned to hide the tears
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| From her son of seven years
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| He didn’t know she’d read between the lines
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| He’d never really known his dad
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| And although he’d never ask
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| She knew exactly what was on his mind
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| She searched her mind in desperation,
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| Six long years of separation
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| Dimmed the words she knew she had to say
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| I hope you’re never big enough
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| Or old enough or bold enough
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| To play the games that Daddies play.
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| I know you need and want his love but,
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| Son, you’re the victim of Another kind of game that Daddies play… |