I didn’t want a son    I got one anyway    Little boys have nasty    Things between their legs    I’d rather have a girl    A dolly I can dress    My pretty little princess    A transgender success       Daddy’s little girl    Daddy’s little girl    Dressing him in drag    He’s confused and kind of sad    Daddy’s little girl    Daddy’s little girl    Teaching him to be    A little she and not a he       I put the lipstick on his face    And make him wear a dress    He cries and carries on so much    Mascara makes a mess       We have a fashion show    He models mommy’s clothes    Teetering in heels    He learns to strut and pose    I make him tuck his stuff    Back between his crack    He stumbles when he walks    Until he gets the knack       Daddy’s little girl    Daddy’s little girl    Slipping hormones in his food    He blossoms into womanhood    Daddy’s little girl    Daddy’s little girl    His breasts begin to swell    Is he Michael or Michelle?       Teased by kids at school    Because I send him there    With painted fingernails    And lacy underwear    They lift his frilly skirt    And pull his ponytail    Then snap his training bra    And call him "faggot"       He thinks I’m saving money    For his college education    I plan to use the money for    His sex change operation