Daddy, why did you eat my fries? I bought them, and they were mine. But you ate them, yeah, you ate my fries... And I cried, but you didn't see me cry. Daddy, do you even love me? Well, I wish you'd show it, 'cause I wouldn't know it... What kind of dad eats his daughter's fries, And doesn't look her in the eyes? Daddy, there were tears there; if you saw them would you even care?
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Папа, ты съел картошку фри А я ее купила для себя Но ты всю съел Всю до капли съел И я плакала Но ты не видел Папа, меня ты любишь Ведь я нисколечко Любви не знала Какой отец фри у дочки ест В глаза не глядя Папа, тут лились слезы Увидев их устоять смог бы?