It's the day after she left  And the sun shines less bright  It's as though all the clouds  Have gathered over night    But still I laugh  At all the boobie traps she's left for me  Like the plunger in the shower tray  She stuck it there to flood the tile floor  And all things left in shoes  All the laces tied up in knots  Pen marks on the wall paper  And snakes from single socks  There's sand across the hallway  Cut out bits of paper in the toaster  What a funny flavor to the milk    And I love her more than anyone  And I miss her more each time she has to go  And I love her more than anyone  And I miss her more each time she has to go    She's only added orange juice, some paper and some salt   And I've still got nine more days to straighten it all out  I must try harder  To make those faerie cakes using Rupert's recipes  And the plans that I made for us campin out  It's time they took shape  Cuz she won't be four in a week forever I know  And all these daft pass times  She'll no doubt soon out grow    And I love her more than anyone  And I miss her more each time she has to go  And I love her more than anyone  But I miss her more each time she has to go  I loooooove her