I wake up already stressed
Bills to be paid, no time to play games
A measley hour of getting her fed and dressed.
Florescent lights and a cubicle await, then
After nine hours of sitting alone
I don’t know what she’s done, if she’s had fun
As I battle the evening flow home.
To a whole ninety minutes to relearn my girl
She loves a new food, a new toy, a new song
She’s made a new friend, she’s standing again
Those ten hours away feel like too long.
So let the phone ring, let the t.v. go unwatched
Let the world think that I’m missing
Because I’m on my floor playing some more
With my beautiful baby girl Britton.
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