Little Girl
Little girl, little girl
What do you see with
Those brown eyes of yours?
I see my daddy throwing mommy
Against the wall, shouting and slurring
Little girl, little girl
What do you see?
I see daddy chugging down
On a branded bottle along
With shattered glasses on the floor
Little girl, little girl
What do you see?
I see mommy throwing daddy
Outside and slamming the door
Then the sirens started to play
Little girl, little girl
What do you see?
I see mommy drinking red tea
She drinks it from dusk till dawn
But now I end up with bruises
Whenever she comes in through my door
Little girl, little girl
What do you see with
Those brown eyes of yours?
I see mommy yelling at the men
Who came in our home
As I am being carried away by the siren men
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