Are you my daddy?
Are you?
I don't want to cut you up
Drink you from a paper cup
I don't want to spit you out
Or kick you in the shin
I don't want to knock you down
Be your mother
Be a clown
I don't want to talk about
The shit you're really in
I don't want to take a bow
Now one's clapping anyhow
I don't want to sneak around
And pray you'll understand
I don't want to call your bluff
Enoughs enough
I don't want to see you
Chained up

I don't want to ruffle you
Cut the deck and shuffle you
Don't want to come to fisticuffs
Or stick you with a pin
I don't want to argue
Hurt your pride
Or make you blue
Your tongue is forked
And clearly
There are scales upon your skin
I don't want to help ice crack
Give you a surprise attack
I don't want to cut you slack
And watch it go to hell
I don't want to tell you lies
Like Presbyterians or spies
I don't want to see you
Chained up

Don't you run away
Leave me like a rainy day
I don't want to make you stay
Or stand up high above you
Don't want you to see me cry
I'm just trying not to lie
I don't want to see you
Chained up

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Writer(s): KARIN BERGQUIST, LINFORD DETWEILER, RIC HORDINSKI