Daddy's Little Girl (Cretin)

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