i like to brag about my darling little girl

she's nine and she's a beauty

she's smart and she's my world

she lets me kiss her forehead

when i tuck her in at night

but every time her friends come round

she sends me off to hide

my baby loves me anyway

though i ain't got no style

she tells me i've got crooked teeth

then tries to make me smile

and though she's quite familiar

with my idiosyncrasy

my baby loves me anyway

and that's all i really need