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?