Daddy please put the bottle down,
I dont want to watch you die.
Daddy please put the bottle down,
how can you watch me cry?
I used to run into your arms,
and you would carry me to bed,
but now you sit and drink it down,
the vodkas’ lullaby in your head.
I thought that it was over,
this sick habit of yours,
I drown myself in tears,
with each drink you pour.
I still want to be your little girl,
I want my daddy back.
I need to know you wont leave again,
can you at least promise me that?
Daddy please put the bottle down,
I cant watch your slow suicide.
Daddy please put the bottle down,
and dont pick it back up next time.