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?