|Why did you eat my fries? I bought them, and they were mine.
But you ate them, yeah, you ate my fries—
And I cried, but you didn't see me cry.
Daddy, do you even love me?
Well, you should show it, 'cause I wouldn't know it.
What kind of dad eats his daughter's fries?
And doesn't even look her in the eyes.
Daddy, there were tears there,
If you saw them would you even care?