Daddy, why did you eat my fries? 
I bought them, and they were mine. 
But you ate them, yeah, you ate my fries... 
And I cried, but you didn't see me cry. 
Daddy, do you even love me? 
Well, I wish you'd show it, 'cause I wouldn't know it... 
What kind of dad eats his daughter's fries, 
And doesn't look her in the eyes? 
Daddy, there were tears there; if you saw them would you even care?

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Папа, ты съел картошку фри
А я ее купила для себя
Но ты всю съел
Всю до капли съел
И я плакала
Но ты не видел
Папа, меня ты любишь
Ведь я нисколечко
Любви не знала
Какой отец фри у дочки ест
В глаза не глядя
Папа, тут лились слезы
Увидев их устоять смог бы?