Right from when she was born, I called her little princess. Laughed when my daughter warned me I would spoil my princess. I bought her dancing classes, new computer. I smacked that boy who stole her scooter. And every year she just got cuter. My princess, I'd say be proud. My princess, prettiest princess that ever was. Hold your head high like someone loves you. Cause someone does. I'd say I love my princess. And she would giggle like I was kidding. But I wasn't. I was there to do her bidding. Are you typing to that boy? He's a man? All men are boys, dear. Does he have a job yet? Oh my god, he's the center for the cougars. He's what? Yes, he has a job. In junior high, we barely spoke, me and my princess. She had cheer team bulimia, started to smoke, my broken princess. I'd have to wait for Christmas for her call, but I was happy she would call at all. Her choices are just appalling, but she's my princess. You know, he never walks you to the door. He lets you out of the car and drives off like he's letting out the dog. Seriously? I will drive into a tree. One more word and the airbags will deploy. Now I'm just trying to steal an hour with my princess. Happy to watch her glower, sulky sour princess. So I sit here, humble and devout, and pray we find something to talk about before we die from our driving. Look out! Jesus! Princess. If I could, I'd say before my princess, prettiest princess there ever was. Hold your head high like someone loves you, cause someone does. Somebody loves you, princess. You don't believe me, cause you've been blinded. Someday you'll see it, the love that's waiting for you to find it. My little princess, I don't mind waiting. No, I don't mind. This is a real treat.