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?