pretty in pink.

I woke up this morning, put on a little pink dress.
Ruffles underneath, and had little blonde curls on top my head.
Pretty in pink was the way it seemed.

I ran to daddy and hugged his knees.
This I knew, I loved.
With crooked baby teeth, and chocolate on my mouth; he smiled.
Pretty in pink was the way it seemed

I danced on his toes, and he twirled me round.
We didn’t stop, even when the song was gone.
Pretty in pink was the way it seemed.

When we finally stopped, I picked up my school bag.
Jeans snug tight, and ragged old shoes walked me to my car.
Pretty in pink was the way it seemed.

Coming home late, left over’s cold
This is what home is, where daddies are left alone.
Pretty in pink was the way it seemed.

Moving on out, and moving on up.
No need for twirling, or little pinky dresses.
that was only when pretty in pink was the way it seemed.