I was my daddy’s curly headed child

I was my daddy’s curly headed child
Although he died I recollect his voice
I threw great tantrums and became real wild

He ignored me till my beauty him beguiled
He loved me  then from will power not choice
I was my daddy’s curly headed child

My mother made me dresses  of quiet style
And I was a success with tiny  boys
I threw fewer tantrums and became less wild

He did not live to walk me down the aisle
I  make him live by singing, what a ploy!
I was my daddy’s curly headed child

Now I must  have come a million miles
Without my daddy whom I loved, annoyed
I throw no tantrum though I miss his smile

I loved Daddy, I believe he died
I have no proof but would Mother tell lies?
I was my daddy’s curly headed child
I threw great tantrums, played with toys and wailed.